Little Weapon - Versace lyrics

Versace Versace, Roberto Cavalli, Giuseppe Zanotti (Designer) Flow hot as wasabi, No tats on my body, Man these b**hes sloppy. (Damn) Racks in my wallet, these n***as hating the minute they saw it They see the car they don't know what to call it Pockets be fatter than Christopher Wallace. (R.I.P.) Word up my n***a, Louboutin shoes, Murda my n***a You ain't getting money your stuck my n***a Always turnt so theres no turn up my n***a (Turn Up) Spend a couple racks re-up then its, Back to the mall Bashing em all, slapping em hoes Blasting em all, here this song start rapping along (Oohh) Versace Versace all stars on my shirt cause my shirt is Givenchy (Gee Vaun Chee) M Wood k**az the possy, they thinking they got me man these haters watching (they don't got me) You broke my n***a, having closets with no damn clothes my n***a Flow so wet need a boat my n***a, 30 rounds so its f** reloads my n***a (brrr ahh) So you should probably hang yourself (HOLD ON) Let me get the rope my n***a. Hotel overlook the coast my n***a And we won't stop ain't up for no votes my n***a Ya'll on the side like some f**ing cole slaw n***a From Jersey, I swear Miami adopted us Bad b**h Veronica, she blow the whole team just like a harmonica.(Drake Voice) Versace Versace, I'm sh**ting on n***as someone get the potty (ooh) Versace Versace, These n***as they sing it but wear Abercrombie