Cameron Butler - Versace lyrics

My hats low coolin in the back row Smacking with raps sk**s fill the wallet fatso Guap chasing, cop evading master One blast put a wack rapper in his casket Misfit youth, grins when he scripting grim sh** Hard as shin splints tryna sprint in the Olympics Rock a mic, reaper status slice em with the scythe he write with Grime rhymes, trash talking like 90s mike Tyson No lisp though, up sticks his fists bold Tell a chick sip slow, she's hip for the stick bro They can't stand this n***a like they legs broke Bread getter, sets ahead, better than the retched folk Or ratchet as the avid whipper snappers say Splatter jibber jabbering rats, feed em to some rattlesnakes Emcees shouting like their ears jammed Baking greats to quake a place, have the chandelier slam Goof later with the fruits of my labor Flame spit, anguish lames live in major danger Off another brother like Cain did Abel Manger raised in, making grade A pages for the ages Ace of spade came to cop the top dollar quantity Stop the slop, or get ya top chopped like lobotomy Not the shirt Cam bring lots of hurt Bops jock co*k, til he rot in a versace hearse