[Verse 1: Lethal]
Versace, Versace, you f** with the king and you know you get bodied
Don't mean to be co*ky but I was in your crib and f**ing your Mami
Check if she breathing she just popped some Oxy while calling me Papi
The way I beat beats up these n***as now call me the lyrical Rocky
Givenchy, Givenchy, my posse's an army
My shawties like shotties, they poppin' these Mollys
These b**hes all want me, they tryna get on me
I get in punani, start doing karate
Get wet like tsunami, bomb like Nagasaki
I smoke that wasabi
These n***as so sloppy like... PAUSE
They know they can't stop me since RAW
Can't beat 'em, can't join 'em, so they tryna copy
Suited for war like bullet-proof Armani
How does he do it, he flowing so godly
Must have sold his soul and joined Illuminati
Never heard this before?
Three days with three who*es
Cop them Christian Dior if the p**y C4
So I proceed to leave sore
While y'all lame n***as still wishing you could see more
Did I forget Louis? This verse ain't done n***a sit back it's all Gucci
Asking who me? Bruce Lee with an Uzi shooting any rapper thinking they can out-do me
Wait me? Dawg I run an armada
Our only goal is some zeros and commas
Why they keep saying the devil wears Prada?
I know what I'm wearing, don't need no reminder
Liking my jacket? Dolce & Gabbana
What 'bout them shoes? Balenciaga
Can't judge my style please don't do it your honor
When it comes to verses L be the designer
n***as so shocked, yes your highness designed this
Ghost write n***a? I don't need a f**ing stylist
Coming for the top, put the bodies in a pile b**h
When it comes to brand names RAWFIT the flyest