Chubby Jag - Versace Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] Versace, Versace I'm k**ing the game and these b**hes is on me Don't got no new friends only f** with my n***as cause n***as is phony I made my own job and I got my own mob n***as thinking it's Tony I'm running you lames while I'm running the game n***as think it's a Kony I'm taking them down if them b**hes is willing I'm selling it to them, them b**hes is peeling You want it I got it, yup n***as is dealing 24/7, yup n***as is k**ing Don't give a f** how you n***as is feeling Don't got no worries, no n***as is chilling She giving me top like I'm missing the ceiling Probably cause my whip is missing the ceiling, missing the ceiling Versace, Versace, Versace, it's (dump a whole?) I'm into Nike Yup, you go to the club and you come with your girl Yup I'm snatching your wifey Uh, you talking to her and she talking bout me So you n***as don't like me Yup, my street pull it down I'm surrounded by guns So don't think you can fight me Just keeping it real all you n***as is fronting You come where I'm from and you n***as is nothing Funny how n***as turn nothing to something Put work on the strip now my n***as is pumping Problems with Chubby, my n***as is coming Problems with Chubby, my n***as is dumping Strippers around, money falling like nothing I don't got a grammy, still balling like Duncan Balling like Duncan, it's coming, it's coming Yup money is coming, holmes we stacking plenty Yup, we eating, we eating, we eating So much now that we acting skinny Uh, I'm gunning you down and my gun never jam No cause we packing semi's Yup, my teammate be k**ing and now n***as balling Like we Shaq and Penny Chubby, Chubby, Versace, Versace You n***as just worried, that sh** don't mean sh** to me No, Versace in my hood will get your a** k**ed Come and be part of history Yup, I really be thinking that that sh** is fake I don't know it's a mystery Uh, these people be telling me I'm getting dough Man they sound like a snitch to me Yea, I don't try to holla at no type of chick holmes Unless she look rich to me Yup, my stomach so bloated, I'm cooking so much holmes That sh** look sick to me Yea, my new b**h be shopping, she stay in the pocket holmes She act like Vick to me Uh, I cum then she f** me, I cum then she s** me This sh** feel like victory No one better than me and I'm never going to leave I'm a stay with the town This rap sh** don't work I'll just go back to pushing and weighing the pounds Yup, I swear that we booming, I swear that we booming Just wait for the sound Yea, this patience is key, so this year homie I'm just gonna wait for the crown Chubby