Versace Freestyle lyrics

[Intro:]

[Verse 1: Qwest]
Versace, Versace, The devil is working but god always got me
These n*ggas now a days is plotting on me, i guess its a hobby
These b*tches is a mess and these n*ggas is fake, They just can't keep it real
You n*ggas is getting to comfortable for me im trynna max-a-mill
Belly of the best, bottom of the slump, Nightmares every night i had to sleep with the pump
I dont give no fuccs like a nun ho
Keep talking ima have the homies pack you out like my last show
Money on my mind. Every second is a dime, If n*ggas get outta line in seconds his life is mine
I dont play no games thats a scrimmage
Got this rap sh*t on lock i forgot to mention
Yeah, gone and retweet that ho
Critics thought a n*gga fell off, i was lowkey scheming like a dm though
b*tch im about to blow and thats word to the boppers
Headed to the TO and can't nobody stop us
Its levels to this sh*t, pay attention
Young n*gga out here on a mission
I ain't never had a pot to p*ss in
Look at me now My money straight like a f*cking christian
We eating out here get you a plate, Filet mignon, lobster, and shrimp n*gga
Versace for the shirt, Ballys on my feet, Hermans for the belt, sh*t gucci was last week
Why not n*gga, All my n*ggas finna pop like a mother f*cking rock n*gga
My momma told me to be discreet, when i make it top cause people gone flock
So I, never talk Cheese with A rat, never talk bread with a bird
Or make moves with a snake, i keep my grass cut low and yea thats my word
f*ck what yall heard
A couple new friends since but that right there thats cool though
Because i know my n*ggas got my back, more then my f*cking vertabrate do though
And plus them n*ggas thats plotting be the closest ones next to ya
And the first chance that they get, they might just f*ck around and off your medulla!
Im gone!