[Intro] Riff Raff, Soulja Versace Bentley Straight freestyle, the epic shit You see the chain and charm
[Verse 1: Riff Raff] Ugh, rocked out hater Iced out the cougar car I'm lookin' like a Snagit Lookin' like Jake the Snake, I look like Fred Llama I give a fuck about yo momma, I drag bumper Quit it, quickly, bitches look specific Diamonds steady twistin', my left hand is glitchin' Matrix, I play never basic Do me a favor, yo momma on the pavement (splash) Uh, your girl smell like cinnamon I ball at Bennigans, sidewalk feminine Everything's cement, I sit behind tint Rap game Clark Kent, balling on you bent You be sittin' on the bench, cause I'm hangin' on the hardwood I'mma come through leave my points understood, keep it gravy (Swag swag swag swag) Everybody think we Marcus Jacob I don't give a fuck cause your girlfriend is still basic Your girlfriend got traded, all way at Macy's When I come through I leave the whole Glock stageless (Versace) Testin', testin', I told her Smith & Wesson (No instruments) CLK Compressor for the K up on the dresser K up off the dresser, Soulja Boy toting toys I'mma come through in the Milky Way Almond Joys (swag) Flossin' in the Bentley with my Reebok Aiming at yo tree top, you wanna see why she's hot, she's not I got yo girl doing push ups, she in my bed now Laying face down dress down We on the, on the other side of seven seas I bob and weave, rap game Muhammad Ali Soulja, Soulja, Soulja
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy] Fuckin' round with Soulja, bitch thought I told ya In that yellow Rover Disrespect the Ocean Mob or S.O.D it's over Man, I'm so hot it's like I'm from Pensacola Nigga don't know where that's at, bitch that's somewhere down in Florida Tow with that kay, niggas think I got armour Fendi bullet proof vest got me flexin' I jumped out the gym with my young nigga from Texas Tote that Smith &: Wesson, in a yellow Lexus Fuck yo complexion, I'm aiming at any race Don't make me demonstrate, talk that shit like Ricky Lake Nigga see me in the trap, that nigga don't know how to act Lil' dre, sip that kick stand and promethazine Goddamn I'm a king, Goddamn she's a queen Goddamn Chef Boyardee, I cook that shit then get it off Young Dre that be my name, niggas wanna rip it off Don't give a fuck, bitch it came like it's magic Merry Christmas, bitch I got 45 static Goddamn I'm 64, Goddamn I'm 45 Goddamn I aye he go, got damn I'm dead or alive Lil' Dre that be my name, I ball when I go to heaven Walk in the stairway with that fuckin' MAC-11 Never made a shhhh, never gave a damn though Tote that K up on my shoulder just like I'm Rambo See that nigga Riff Raff, he got unlimited ammo See me in Egypt on that motherfuckin' camel Never gave a fuck, bitch I'm Soulja Boy tell 'em And I tote that automatic that will bust yo cerebellum And I freestyle
[Outro] Versace, Versace 2012, this that Versace mix tape Soulja Boy, Riff Raff, SODMGTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
