G Herbo - Versace (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Me and bro just left the store, we ain't leave the Versace store Squad [Verse] This ice got me rocky like I'm 'lluminati without no Versace I don't rock Versace, but don't get me wrong if I did I could cop it (I got it) I stay in designer, my shirt by Givenchy all white like I'm Gotti You know I get money, I run through them hundreds and no one can stop me b**h it's Lil Herbie, I think I'm the hottest I'm just bein' honest I want it I cop it, that's why yo b**h on me man tell her to stop it These n***as keep screaming Versace Versace Versace Versace No wonder I'm co*ky, Versace sh** barely cost more than my Robins You bros must be stupid this Louis this Gucci you know I been doin' this I'm broke man that's Ludacris I stunt so much I can go and buy you some sh** Mixtape in the making and I got some old sh** as well as my newest sh** Nobody f**ing with Herb I'm the best if I rap bout stupid sh** But back to the basics catch me on the 8 with them racks in my truey fit Got a mac and a ruger clip, naw this ain't rap man I really been through some sh** R.I.P C-mo and Peewee I just lost the guys to some stupid sh** The opps started scoring they must be getting lucky I swear all they do is miss I been in the streets and I been totin' heat man I swear I ain't new to this I'm trying to get all my n***as up outta here first cla** on some movie sh** Might grab me an Audi with all of these thousands, don't know what to do with it Got so many k**ers with 30s act stupid ain't no tellin' who shootin' sh** No limit 150 the squad, new n***as no we not recruitin' 'em No limit 150 go hard, without them I might not be doin' sh** My broskies they savage 50s in the ratchet right through you can have it Might drop us a body the police start snatchin', I swear I forgot it They ask me some questions bout opps I'm like f** em them n***as some f*ggots My n***as they savage, hit yo b**h from the back send her cause she average Just know I ain't talkin' bout soul food, but you can get whacked for that cabbage All this dough, gotta have it, b**h I had cash way before I was rappin' Way before I was snappin' don't know what happen but bro 'nem was trappin' In the field ain't no lackin' and maxi a savage be safe cause he packin' Moody, Lil Mally n' Rammo in traffic with four automatics Lil Mally he smaller than average but bet he can hold up that ratchet He gon' drop ya just as fast as them Migos be sayin' Versace Lil Mallys gon' pop 'em, Versace Versace Versace Versace And then we not stoppin', puttin' bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies My Mom say she pray everyday, that I'm safe and she always ask god that he watch me But I still keep that rocket Cause they plottin' and angels ain't always gon' watch me And they wanna drop me, but still gotta get it can't worry bout sh** but my wallet No I'm on a mission if you ain't 150 the please stay the f** out my business I'm all bout my digits came from the bottom of bottoms let god be my witness n***as hate how I'm spittin', only the realest can feel it just shut up and listen Y'all money been missin' Labels start talkin' them millis feel free to come get me But today I'm still chillin, smoking dutches and phillys and f**in' these b**hes b**h you s** dick who you kissin' yo' b**h next to me and she bout to come missin' Squad!