Versace Girl

This shit too easy, no, I'm not tryin'
You send through your troops
And I send them back cryin'
Said you got bitches, why is you lying?
Reppin your hoe, but she got mileage
Said she wanna fuck, I stay silence
Blowin' that pure, feel like I'm flying

Talking that shit better cut it off (cut it off)
I'm making a mess she gon' suck it off (suck it off)
She wants a round 2, pop the adderall (adderall)
She fuckin' my mood up, I cut her off
What the fuck are you in it for?
I can tell that you fake from within the core
I can tell that you don't want this shit like me
Why you sit in the booth swiping Tinder or

I need you to know that I've been a dawg
Shout out Wren Evans he sets the bar
Count to 11, I finna' pop
Got too many tapes that I never dropped
Too many trash motherfuckers think they the shits
Got five quick names off the top of my head
That I know is about this shit
But fuck it, you smoke yours
I'ma smoke my own cannabis

Been balling hard, I got ten assists (ten assists)
Pray for the game, get your candles lit (candles lit)
I'ma shoot to the point that I never missed (missed)
You will never make shit if you can't stand a miss

Lookin' like I'm finna' ruin some
Stevie going for a weed run
Adri going for a weed run
Whole lotta speed bumps
Sippin' on (sippin') sweet rums
Sexy eyes, I'm trynna kiss you
Sixty boy, who is you?
I said

I'm a dinosaur, I'm on fire (fire)
Need to go cry some more, cause I'm tired (cause I'm tired)
Why the fuck you lying to my face, girl? (face girl)
You tired of the chase, girl (chase)
All these talky-talky
Is fucking up the bass, girl (the bass)

I'm a dinosaur, I'm on fire (yeah)
About to go cry some more, cause I'm tired (cause I'm tired)
Why the fuck you crying to my face, girl? (my face)
You tired of the chase, girl (chase)
All these talky-talky (talky)
Is fucking up the bass, girl
Why you in my face, girl?
What we doing here?
I thought we had a date, girl
You holding back tears

And you sippin' that wok (sippin' that wok)
Wanna sit down and talk (hey)
Look in your eyes, I know you a lost soul (oh)
I know your type I see y'all on the streets more than potholes
Your Versace bag is vintage (vintage), stylin' on these bitches
Perfume on the skin, this that Yves Saint Laurent (yves)
She out in Paris with it, nasty with it

Nah, nah, nah, except for Japanese shit
Do you even like Asian food like that?

I know you cry a lot 'cause you tired
I know that we fuckin' but let's act like we are not
I know you know you fine, girl
You finer than Georgia
From Too Hot To Handle
I'm blowing out the candle
You feel me

Damn girl
We making M's (honey)
Two bad hoes, three hoes in the Benz
Said I couldn't make it but you said you understand (stand)
How you smell like August bring me back to summer camp (camp)

I'm a dinosaur, I'm on fire (fire)
Need to go cry some more, 'cause I'm tired ('cause I'm tired)
Why the fuck you lying to my face, girl? (face)
You tired of the chase, girl (chase)
All these talky-talky (talky)
Is fucking up the bass, girl (bass)

I'm a dinosaur, I'm on fire
About to go cry some more, 'cause I'm tired ('cause I'm tired)
Why the fuck you crying to my face, girl? (face)
You tired of the chase, girl (chase)
All these talky-talky (talky)
Is fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking

Cry some more 'cause I'm tired (Are you there?)
Gotta go and cry some more 'cause I'm tired
Why the fuck you lie to my face (Lie lie to my face)
All these complications is fucking up the bass

Your Versace bag is vintage
Stylin' on these hoes
Your Versace bag is vintage
Goddamn, you stylin' on these hoes
(Aight mic check, turn me up)
Your Versace bag is vintage
You deserve more than this
Shawty you loved me too much
But I cannot say the same for myself
I wish I could, girl (Should, girl)

It's too much problem being your boyfriend
(You good? hey)

People asking me what the fuck I've been
Um, I've been feeling like
'Cause you know the music sounding sad you know
Sounding a little depressing (you good?)
But uh, yeah, I'm good
I'm good

I had to let us go to see what I can really do
If you know how much I love this shit
Then you know that shit is true
See, I promise the world I'm finna' blow up when the time comes
My ego's inflated, tell these bitches go and bounce sum