D. Shim - Versace (Freestyle) lyrics

[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