[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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as still wishing you could see more
Did I forget Louis? This verse ain't done n***a 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

N***as so shocked, yes your highness designed this
Ghost write n***a? 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