[Verse: J. Twist]

Versace, Versace, you rockin' it prolly until you wake up
You n***as 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, fuckin' me, luckily I got up outta her place before you hit the door
Versace, Versace, you n***as ain't got it and liars are lame
Samoas and Jordans I swear on my momma you all look the same
Local ass n***as are spittin' like writtens from n***as who already did the shit
Braggin' bout women they never done touched and it's funny cause I really did the bitch
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
Fuck a lot I know it's crude, fuck you all I know it's rude
Give a fuck I never do unless I got a strap or two
Crazy flow like wack-a-doo, who you finna bring that clacker to?
N***as really frontin' on they momma they be stuntin'
Turn around cause you got shit backwards dude
N***as be actors, you ain't got no heavy metal you are not Metallica
And you do not wanna battle this star, Galactica
4 bitches on me it look like a octopus
I'm in my prime, call ya boy optimus
Building a populous roamin' like romulus
Pull my dick out and I bet they all cop a look
Because it is large, roll that Khalifa and visit the stars
My n***as loyal but yo n***as Scar, drop you off a cliff and then play yo part
Like damn, that's some cold ass shit
Rollin' w/ Kadijah that's a cold ass bitch
Sharper than a weapon every picture we be flexin'
So you always see a n***a on some throwed ass shit (that's cold!)
Grab a jacket, n***as don't talk just grab a ratchet
Me I chop it up with a verbal hatchet, sippin' herbal granted I am smokin' that shit
So, I'm referring to loud
You n***as 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 bullshitter that's that shit I don't like
Put it to a stop like red light
And bump my shit 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 muhfuckas wanna fine me, that shit is cray doe
Gotta white girl to fuck and my Spanish one cooking me bacon and huevos
Drizzy said he was gone knock up ms berry and that was ok so
Bitch 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 shit and I'm walkin ya bitch so I am feelin cocky
Surrounded with red lights and red octagons and you still couldn't stop me