Versace Freestyle

[Verse 1] Versace, Versace I'm killing the game and these bitches is on me Don't got no new friends only fuck with my niggas cause niggas is phony I made my own job and I got my own mob Niggas thinking it's Tony I'm running you lames while I'm running the game Niggas think it's a Kony I'm taking them down if them bitches is willing I'm selling it to them, them bitches is peeling You want it I got it, yup niggas is dealing 24/7, yup niggas is killing Don't give a fuck how you niggas is feeling Don't got no worries, no niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas is fronting You come where I'm from and you niggas is nothing Funny how niggas turn nothing to something Put work on the strip now my niggas is pumping Problems with Chubby, my niggas is coming Problems with Chubby, my niggas 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 killing and now niggas balling Like we Shaq and Penny Chubby, Chubby, Versace, Versace You niggas just worried, that shit don't mean shit to me No, Versace in my hood will get your ass killed Come and be part of history Yup, I really be thinking that that shit 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 shit look sick to me Yea, my new bitch be shopping, she stay in the pocket holmes She act like Vick to me Uh, I cum then she fuck me, I cum then she suck me This shit feel like victory No one better than me and I'm never going to leave I'm a stay with the town This rap shit 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