(Verse 1: DeCrescio)
I'm a young Christian Grey
Making women shiver and quiver by saying hey
Fifty shades of white kid, minute made and vitamins
f** that
Snorting coke and overdose on Vicodin
They heard my voice I got em' hooked
God, I really got em' good
All I really want in life is b**hes, money, and comic books
She said she loved me and told me I'm emotionless
I stared and told her get the lotion and stroke this dick
(Verse 2: Prada)
I got more eyes than Fetty Wop
The only trap queen is Bruce Jenner, Fetty stop
I got guns layed out, take your pic like Kodak
Fallout with the Arizona -- let's pause
I'm on a new grind with this stoned persona
Chris Benoit the way I pop you all
We the family get off my tail or (Taylor) I'll rob you swift like Kanye at the Grammy's
I ain't f**ing with no bad b**h, bumping cla**ics
8 lives left, I tried to f** with magic