The Homies - Versace Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Vince Google/DJ Flossy] Ay, shout out Nico Shout out Rico Shout out Tampico Marhaba habibi ahtini ahtini Versace, versace, I am J-Flossy and that's what they call me Why you so salty? I just copped a brand new Bugatti But I'm driving 30 in Kashmir so no cops can stop me I spent 2 mil' on my shoe lace and 3 mil' on my phone case I just bought some cookies, you know they samoas We stay at the beach house, when we in Balboa Posers on me, imma need disinfectant Culebra kick on deck, so you know it's super effective All my girls brunette, yup I'm super selective You are super objective Alright, you know what I'm just gonna have to hand this off to Brandon [Verse 2: James Golden] Versace, versace Quiero te mami because I am your papi (You know I'm James Golden) Bugatti, bugatti It's like a mustaza se ama 'cause I'm a sick rhyma (James Gold gots the burner) Versace, versace Hoes be Ariana Grande and I am having a lot of intercourse on Sunday Versace, versace I drink it when it fizzle, shouts out Los Mizzle [Chorus: Bruce Carbon] Versace, versace Versace, versace, versace Versace, versace Versace, versace, versace Versace (Los Mizzle) Versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace Versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace Versace Here we go again! [Verse 4: Csam] Versace I live up on 20th All the police surround me Versace, versace Dean looks like a [Random Bar: James Golden] Hey someone shut this dude up [Verse 5: Nick] Versace, versace My name's Nick Scarci Ain't nobody gon stop me My twitter say -oni Alyx left me and I still ain't lonely Versace, versace I pull out my trigga 'cause I hate all these n***as Versace, versace I pull out my dick and bust on Csam's face Cough, cough you look like flour dough with your shirt off 6 feet tall you still a little b**h n***a do you even lift Matt Andrade, white boy spitting image of my mommy I'll cut off your dick, freeze it, call that a cheeze it Imma shove multiple footballs up your a**hole, call that a cluster Don't forget the mustard Where's Cory at? Bratatatat in my backpack Cory can't even drive but my bars make this beat come alive Can this n***a even see? Kinda looking a lot like Bruce Lee Where Brandon at? Dropping bombs, terrorizing this song Ain't even a part of the Homies, more like a part of Al Queda And you know I got the bars, I'm a sick writer What about C-Dick though, about to take his old girl Kaitlyn though Hairy legs on deck, pineapple up your a** now you a wreck Connor a twat, just went into Best Buy and bought A new TV Kaitlyn in the kitchen, what she five? About to go into your DMs and dive Dalton, you think you ain't ignorant Well you a little b**h Imma shove a tennis racket in that a** A tennis racket made of gla** Nico, you're a good guy Ay, Matt's brother's a little b**h though Dean your swagoo is more like f*goo Taylor Ross's dick in your a** Can't even get a Chaffey College cla** Matt, I'm gonna shove a hose down your throat b**h Turn the faucet on, Kim Possible what's the sitch Don't be a little snitch, b**h f**ing f*ggot Ask more questions than a hoe I'm gonna shove my thumb up your bu*thole I'm eatin' this beat up, I'm a D1 snacker But nothing is whiter than Flossy, a trailer park cracker But you know where I'm from, Tanglewood I'm always tangalin' And my boy J-Flossy talks to oomfs in multiple languages Wait that's not a bar I'm done, but f** you Matt [Outro: James Golden] Yo, shouts out to Gabe Baca Shouts out to Gabe Harris Shouts out to Bryan Morrison Shouts out to Neel Sarode Shouts out to Ian Tidwell Y'all are ex-Homies You know you're still in our hearts no matter what You know we love you guys That's it, versace, versace, we outta here