Versatile lyrics

[Intro]
That b*tch recordin'?
Oh-oh-oh (Oh-oh-oh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah
(Shawn Beats)
Let me feel myself, say I'm dealin' my health
I gotta, ooh
I gotta feel myself, b*tch handle my wealth

[Verse 1]
I'm like "Hold you up wait a minute, let me feel myself"
These pus*y n*ggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm gettin' to this wealth
I gotta lotta real n*ggas on my side on my right
I gotta lotta real killers that's gon' shoot on sight
b*tch n*gga stop playin' 'cause you know what it is
How the f*ck you gon' say that you runnin' that crib
When you wasn't with me boy you know how a young n*gga live
Got some young n*ggas, will put some hollow tips in yo' rear
Every n*gga that's around me, been around me
How the f*ck these pus*y ass n*ggas tryna down me
Tellin' me that I done changed and I'm the same
Tellin' me that I done switched up on the gang
When a pus*y ass n*gga switched up on me mane
Can't say no name 'cause these n*ggas want fame
But b*tch n*gga you know who the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout
Pull up at yo' muhf*ckin' people house and air it out
Oh you hollerin' five-ten, you say you bout that action
We gon' pull up wit them Glocks, you know we pistol packin'
Ion really f*ck wit opps, you know just how I'm rockin'
I'm a real dummy b*tch, but I ain't classy
Shawty say she love 'cause I pulled up in a Aston
Shawty suckin' di*k, got yo b*tch knees ashy
She is so thick and a good thing she classy
I scratch the door 'til I get, gymnasty, gymnasty, elasty, elasty
Don't wanna f*ck that b*tch I heard that pus*y plastic
Don't wanna f*ck that b*tch I heard her booty plastic
I shoot that b*tch inside her face if she actin'
[Verse 2]
Damn, let me catch my breath, I swear to God I give it all until it ain't none left
I swear to God, ooh brr, we called a ref fall on the play this sack told him hit the sideline
Hit the sideline, huh, b*tch, it's our time
Young n*gga World and these n*ggas know it's our time
We let you pus*y n*ggas shine for a whole while
And then my n*gga he a damn he just lost trial
Free MonTrell, free MonTrell, he gon' beat it, beat it, beat it
Shawty say she wanna have my, fetus
Uh, I'm Vegeta, I'm like Goku who the f*ck is you? A fan? I don't know you
I ain' tryna take no pics with no random b*tch, all these pus*y little b*tches on that other sh*t
Lookin' at the b*tch and take his son for ransom b*tch
And I ain't even, even worried 'bout these answers b*tch
'Cause if you don't we cut his fingers off and then his nose
I got yo' b*tch she say she wanna touch her toes
b*tch she suck my di*k and then I make her touch my toes
Oh no, no, no she can't suck my toes
Oh no, no, no this a big gun
Oh no, no, no breathe or none
Oh no, no, no won't you rewind
Big Glock, big Glock hit yo' damn spine
Lotta n*ggas paralyzed, paralyze
Big molly, big dope, and sterilize
Shoot yo' ass one time in yo' good good
You feelin' good now you walkin' 'round the hood, like damn
Can I get twenty f*ckin' dollars for the gram?
Shawty say she love me and she wanna go ham
Green as in ham (Yeah), ayy green as in ham Cat In The Hat
Cat In The Hat, uh O.D
Me and Sak we like Zack and Cody
Me and Sak we like Zack and Brodie
Hit yo' ass wit' the Glock that's a slowly
That's a red car, huh, yeah the suwoop (Huh)
That's a orange coupe (Huh), free Lil Kodak too (Huh)
I'm like damn boo, I heard you bangin' blue
But it's okay girl, you know I'm ready girl
Hold up, wait up shirt off
Told the b*tch, "Ayy, let me take my shirt"
Let Facebook tell it, they like let me take my shirt off
Pull up wit' that pistol go berserk, shoot yo' f*ckin' pops
Hold Up (Beat up)
Hold up
[Verse 3]
Shawty say she love the way a young n*gga flex
Pull up on that pus*y n*gga hit him with the Wesson the Smith
God damn yeah the forty, he say his whip sh*t on four G's (Shawn Beats)
Oh, you copyrightin' Young n*gga World? Oh, you copyrightin' Young n*gga World?
We comin' for you I ain't sayin' names, 'cause n*ggas know how the f*ck young n*ggas came
Back when you didn't want to sell a n*gga weed
Back when them f*ck n*ggas mint was filled with seeds
I was still on the block tryna serve a piece, that sh*t ain't work for me I had to rob a G
I'm robbin' everybody who was posted in the G
And if you think I'm lyin' b*tch better go ask 'bout me
It's Melly baby b*tch you know a n*gga act hard
You know a n*gga had this rap sh*t from the start
I'm spittin' everything a n*gga every felt
I got Giuseppe and a snake on my belt, woah
She say she love me but I'm better by myself, woah
I'm smokin' broccoli and nah no I'm not, hah
I'm smokin' loud pack, I'm smokin' loud pack
Facebook, Instagram, where all the loud at?
Get to bussin' wherever the f*ckin' crowd at
And I ain't cappin' pus*y boy you know we 'bout that
And I don't care about the sh*t that you talkin' 'bout
'Cause we gon' pull up at yo' daddy house and air it out
I heard you talkin' sh*t on yo' Instagram
Post sneak diss n*gga, I don't give a damn
I'm heartless, I'm heartless regardless
Give a f*ck about them f*ckin' apartments we started in
'Cause b*tch you know what it is ain't no party, no beggin, no
No worries, you know that I'm 'bout it
[Interlude]
I, I, I, I be tryna play the f*ckin, Nintendo to keep my, my Motherf*ckin' mind off all this sneak dissin' sh*t
You heard me? And I keep losin' that b*tch every time
So it's tellin' me, "Keep Goin In" (Ayy)

[Verse 4]
This ain't Versatile but babygirl I'm Versatile
I f*cked yo' main b*tch, she say she a nurse and all
She got three kids and a guitar
Not this one I ain't got extended rod
If I ain' got extended rod finesse gang
And I'm already beat his chest main
And I f*cked yo' main b*tch on disclaim
Shawty say she like to snort cocaine
I told the b*tch she gotta leave the hotel
But this a Air BNB so oh well
And her pus*y was just like a wishing well
Free Willy, Free Willy just like the f*ckin' whale
Free Trelly, Free Trelly, I swear I wish him well
And my n*ggas did a bid, so it's f*ck y'all
Ah, these b*tches talkin' on that internet
All these b*tches talkin' sh*t on the Facebook
And when you see em in they face and you look em in they eye
They tellin' me that oh, oh how they was surprised
That Young n*gga World made it this far
And we ain't even make it past the stars (Yeah)
But you know we gone smoke on them cigars
b*tch I swear to God this cigar that I'm smokin' on cost four dollars each
And I think I 'bout like, hold up, eight
Hold up wait so what that f*ck that mean extendedtot
Thirty-two f*ckin' dollars on a Swisher
pus*y boy I'll shoot you and yo' n*ggas
'Bout my n*ggas, I go dum-dum
Crash dummy sh*t, we just shootin' sh*t
Get shootin' sh*t Michael Jackson, recruitin' sh*t
Moon Walkin' on yo' b*tch, I'm moon walkin' knowin' clit'
She's a small b*tch, she moon walkin' on my di*k
She suck the head good and I like to lick the clit'
I'm just playin' b*tch, I would never lick your clit'
I'm just playin' b*tch, you just gotta f*ck the clit'
Huh, sh*t, I'm gon' talk my sh*t (Huh)
Just like Juvy said, like Lil Uzi said
I don't want to play no more but I gotta tote the K's galore
'Cause these pus*y n*ggas playin' in that Glock in explore
And these pus*y n*ggas playin' with the clique ignore
'Cause you know me like carnivores 'round the corner
Shawty say she love me, wanna smoke marijuana
I'm in the f*ckin' booth hoes ways around me
In the f*ckin' booth with all these waves around me
Shawty say- Oh
The beat stop, no

[Verse 5]
Just keep lettin' that b*tch go
Dreads f*ck that afro
And I hopped out like damn no
Dreads f*ck that afro (Shawn Beats)
'Cause they cut my hair like everyday in 2 weeks
And I was on facebook with a couple freaks
And yo' main b*tch wanna swallow all my skeet
I'm knockin' at yo' door like pus*y n*gga trick or treat
I'm knockin' at yo door like pus*y n*gga what you got
And if you do not got it you gon' get hit wit' the Glock
That SK was round there when you was
So please do not act like you on that
I mean soon as a n*gga leave the G, these n*ggas actin' like they on that sh*t and Facebookin' on me
Tellin' me, how they gone catch a felony
A murder one, they planinin' on killin' me
Oh killin' me, okay, I feel yo' energy
I should've known that you a f*ckin' hater from the jump
I should've known that you just want a young n*gga sock
But b*tch young Melly I was livin' out the trunk
I got lots of drip in my motherf*ckin' trunk
Good Will shoppin' give a f*ck about Lil Pump
Damn, that is not a diss, hold up, that is not a diss
Let her suck my di*k, watch I whip the brick
Watch I f*ck yo' b*tch in Giuseppe sandals, in Givenchy sandals, in a solar panel
n*gga hotter than a b*tch f*ck yo' solar panel
You the same b*tch that was watchin' Disney Channel
I was hittin' licks while you was watchin' Disney Channel
Catch a n*gga slippin' hit him with the whole thing
And a young ho- Ho snortin' cocaine
Uncle trippin' off that goose he drinkin' cocaine
These n*ggas puttin' cociane in the alcohol
ADHD I got adderall
ADHD Sak talkin' 'bout badderall
I pop that adderall naw I just can't bat at right
I got some n*ggas on the block who tryna earn some stripes
These n*ggas snitchin' swea' to god I got the black and white
Boy don't you play wit' me cause you know you will get exposed
Catch him slippin' put that forty make him strip his clothes
Aye, we can make a n*gga strip
Big Glock 30 clip yeah b*tch
She gone suck on a young n*gga clique
Cause she know a young n*gga finna get rich

[Spoken: Melly]
You know. I feel like I'm the first one to ever like really expose this Florida sh*t like this sh*t so fake man like. It's a couple real n*ggas in this sh*t though. You know and I f*ck wit' them n*ggas the long way. You know if ion f*ck wit' you then like... then nobody f*ck wit you. Ya Dig?

[Outro]
Damn the beat still goin, the beat still goin
Icy ass glow gang you know a n*gga snowing
Shawty say she love me cause she see a n*gga glowing
Beat the b*tch from the back, pus*y rain pouring
pus*y like squirt squirt, yeah soakin' wet
Pull up in a Lamborghini n*gga f*ck the Vette
Pull up in a Lamborghini n*gga get the Vette
Cause I am so sick, on that blow sh*t
I'm on that gang sh*t, Chief Keef bang bang sh*t
Lame b*tch, Outer lame b*tch
No missy me she think that I'm Lil Wayne b*tch
I'm wildin' in my bed, I'm rolling
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I want the beat to be 10 minutes long dawg
And don't stop until this b*tch 10 minutes
And the pus*y and I'm all up in it
Shawty say she love me cause the clip extended
Get to bussin' if they try to f*ck wit' me
I'ma crash wit the Glock on me lonely
Shoot that b*tch by myself don't need no homies
Shoot that b*tch in her face if he want fo'
Shoot the b*tch in the bladder if he want smoke
n*gga talkin' like they really really want smoke
My n*ggas on that and they on go
And they already know that I'm rollin'
Shawty wanna f*ck because my pockets swoller
I go to turning up soon as the beat end
I got yo' b*tch suckin' di*k on the weekend, on the weekend, on the weekend