[Verse: J. Twist]
Versace, Versace, you rockin' it prolly until you wake up
You n*ggas be fakin' the money you makin' is never enough
On the contrary you cannot get more, and I digress that yo girl is a whore
Suckin' me, f*ckin' me, luckily I got up outta her place before you hit the door
Versace, Versace, you n*ggas ain't got it and liars are lame
Samoas and Jordans I swear on my momma you all look the same
Local ass n*ggas are spittin' like writtens from n*ggas who already did the sh*t
Braggin' bout women they never done touched and it's funny cause I really did the b*tch
I call myself the realest and you know it's true
Link up with yo chick and feed her sausage like I'm polish food
f*ck a lot I know it's crude, f*ck you all I know it's rude
Give a f*ck I never do unless I got a strap or two
Crazy flow like wack-a-doo, who you finna bring that clacker to?
n*ggas really frontin' on they momma they be stuntin'
Turn around cause you got sh*t backwards dude
n*ggas be actors, you ain't got no heavy metal you are not Metallica
And you do not wanna battle this star, Galactica
4 b*tches on me it look like a octopus
I'm in my prime, call ya boy optimus
Building a populous roamin' like romulus
Pull my di*k out and I bet they all cop a look
Because it is large, roll that Khalifa and visit the stars
My n*ggas loyal but yo n*ggas Scar, drop you off a cliff and then play yo part
Like damn, that's some cold ass sh*t
Rollin' w/ Kadijah that's a cold ass b*tch
Sharper than a weapon every picture we be flexin'
So you always see a n*gga on some throwed ass sh*t (that's cold!)
Grab a jacket, n*ggas don't talk just grab a ratchet
Me I chop it up with a verbal hatchet, sippin' herbal granted I am smokin' that sh*t
So, I'm referring to loud
You n*ggas is quiet
Versace, Versace, I'm hearing you say but not seeing you buy it
I never been bouji and no I am not interested in trying
I am down to earth but see I dress so good you would think I was flying
Adidas and Nike I'm shining so brightly you might wanna blink
But soon as you do I be taking yo boo and she wet as a sink
Hoping she shave I ain't wearing a mink
Otherwise she can just show what she think
Giving me head, while you somewhere lying bout how you just bought some versace for cheap
A bullsh*tter that's that sh*t I don't like
Put it to a stop like red light
And bump my sh*t like a bed bite
I meant a bed bug bite it's a red rug nite cause I'm feeling famous
Everytime I hit it I just numb her like a digit then buss bullet flows and don't bother aimin'
Rhymes so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me, that sh*t is cray doe
Gotta white girl to f*ck and my Spanish one cooking me bacon and huevos
Drizzy said he was gone knock up ms berry and that was ok so
b*tch I ain't stoppin' til got the pesos to porno with J-Lo!
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, you rockin Versace?
Margiela, Margiela, Givenchy, Givenchy, can you even copy?
I'm talkin that sh*t and I'm walkin ya b*tch so I am feelin c*cky
Surrounded with red lights and red octagons and you still couldn't stop me