[Verse 1: Lethal]

Versace, Versace, you fuck with the king and you know you get bodied

Don't mean to be cocky but I was in your crib and fucking your Mami

Check if she breathing she just popped some Oxy while calling me Papi

The way I beat beats up these niggas now call me the lyrical Rocky

Givenchy, Givenchy, my posse's an army

My shawties like shotties, they poppin' these Mollys

These bitches all want me, they tryna get on me

I get in punani, start doing karate

Get wet like tsunami, bomb like Nagasaki

I smoke that wasabi

These niggas so sloppy like... PAUSE

They know they can't stop me since RAW

Can't beat 'em, can't join 'em, so they tryna copy

Suited for war like bullet-proof Armani

How does he do it, he flowing so godly

Must have sold his soul and joined Illuminati

Never heard this before?

Three days with three whores

Cop them Christian Dior if the pussy C4

So I proceed to leave sore

While y'all lame niggas still wishing you could see more

Did I forget Louis? This verse ain't done nigga sit back it's all Gucci

Asking who me? Bruce Lee with an Uzi shooting any rapper thinking they can out-do me

Wait me? Dawg I run an armada

Our only goal is some zeros and commas

Why they keep saying the devil wears Prada?

I know what I'm wearing, don't need no reminder

Liking my jacket? Dolce & Gabbana

What 'bout them shoes? Balenciaga

Can't judge my style please don't do it your honor

When it comes to verses L be the designer

Niggas so shocked, yes your highness designed this

Ghost write nigga? I don't need a fucking stylist

Coming for the top, put the bodies in a pile bitch

When it comes to brand names RAWFIT the flyest