[Intro:]
[Verse 1: Qwest]
Versace, Versace, The devil is working but god always got me
These niggas now a days is plotting on me, i guess its a hobby
These bitches is a mess and these niggas is fake, They just can't keep it real
You niggas is getting to comfortable for me im trynna max-a-mill
Belly of the best, bottom of the slump, Nightmares every night i had to sleep with the pump
I dont give no fuccs like a nun ho
Keep talking ima have the homies pack you out like my last show
Money on my mind. Every second is a dime, If niggas get outta line in seconds his life is mine
I dont play no games thats a scrimmage
Got this rap shit on lock i forgot to mention
Yeah, gone and retweet that ho
Critics thought a nigga fell off, i was lowkey scheming like a dm though
Bitch im about to blow and thats word to the boppers
Headed to the TO and can't nobody stop us
Its levels to this shit, pay attention
Young nigga out here on a mission
I ain't never had a pot to piss in
Look at me now My money straight like a fucking christian
We eating out here get you a plate, Filet mignon, lobster, and shrimp nigga
Versace for the shirt, Ballys on my feet, Hermans for the belt, shit gucci was last week
Why not nigga, All my niggas finna pop like a mother fucking rock nigga
My momma told me to be discreet, when i make it top cause people gone flock
So I, never talk Cheese with A rat, never talk bread with a bird
Or make moves with a snake, i keep my grass cut low and yea thats my word
Fuck what yall heard
A couple new friends since but that right there thats cool though
Because i know my niggas got my back, more then my fucking vertabrate do though
And plus them niggas thats plotting be the closest ones next to ya
And the first chance that they get, they might just fuck around and off your medulla!
Im gone!