[Verse 1] My phone disappeared, disapenitated Matter of fact, I got interception, and they had to hate it My glass is navigated I walk into the Colosseum like a damn gladiator Oh, I don't mean for you to touch the Ray Allen's The way I freestyle battle 'em You know they got to come through with a Versace salad on the side of the saddle The way I freestyle, my whole game plan is versatile They figured I have Versace rims The way they spin Oh yeah, this? I just got this from Justin Bieber and his friends This my homie, ain't nobody on me, can't nobody clone me Even if your last name was Franco I came through, my bank roll look like eight egg rolls I'm twisting, my wood wheel glisten Diamonds in your vision, figured I had a prescription for diamonds Listen here, listen closely Let the beat change up
[Verses 2 and 3] I came through with Versace on my handcuffs Ain't no loud, man, ain't no peace plan I swing Afghanistan, you in the cheap stands You in the mezzanines, I'm in the sky box Aw shit, the white Chris Rock I done came through, you know they gotta baller block I put like two chains, maybe like three chains I ain't gotta save my face, I ain't gotta say my name Whole team drinking champagne I pop like twenty bottles I fuck like no models Why? Cause I ain't want you to be famous yet I freestyle in Tibet, and I ain't even break a sweat I was staying in the sun, I keep some good lungs I got good punctuation, I got, damn, I damn near frostbit my tongue So much ice behind my gums Who is you? Is you, is you kin to the son? Is you kin to Antonio McDyess? That's the way that I slice Damn, headphones falling to the surface device Listen, my shoes glow in the dark I got a glow-in-the-dark shark who likes to play darts
[Verse 4] And I'm on the pitchers mound I came through with a damn five-finger discount But I don't steal, I came through, I work the wheel The way I pop a pill, figured I was from Nashville Look, I gotta keep it apprehended The way I come through, I freestyle, got 'em surrendering They just go 'head, just put your back against the wall Cause you gon' play the wall for now I came through with the top down Look like a eye, make you turn the head I used to ride red, cran, cranberry, baby RiFF RAFF in Mercedes Everybody asking, "Do you tote a 380?" I don't even gotta have a gun I came through, swing I screw up Lil' Yo from the '96, I warn him out the Man, he always swing I came back, man, I forgot my damn name, I forgot my chain Had to go back to the house again
[Verse 5] Ay, yo, it's unsophisticated They had to hate it I came through, Versace gravy But I laid it on the pavement And everybody want to drive Mercedes Everybody want to have my baby But guess what? I ain't got no kids, I ain't got no old lady RiFF RAFF probably never had to do it I came through with a prescription for codeine fluid And you know my shirt, you know it gotta hurt When I swing, it make the curb go SKIRT! You get on my nerves, all them questions I gotta suggestion, how 'bout you stop trying to be a piss tester? What that mean? It means stop trying to be a PO I ain't on no, I ain't on your salary roll I'm eating lobster rolls all the way at the Rodeo Drive I came through, swing, I'm just staying alive And all my partners just trying to survive I came through Afghanistan That boy got about a hundred grand on his hand And you ain't gotta worry about the back part That's iced-out, too I iced out my Pop Tarts in the Breakfast Morning Club When I was five years old That boy came through, he just sittin' swole He sittin' on fours, and I gotta Pacific You all know that I swung the Pacific, to be specificTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
