(Verse 1: DeCrescio) I'm a young Christian Grey Making women shiver and quiver by saying hey Fifty shades of white kid, minute made and vitamins f** that Snorting coke and overdose on Vicodin They heard my voice I got em' hooked God, I really got em' good All I really want in life is b**hes, money, and comic books She said she loved me and told me I'm emotionless I stared and told her get the lotion and stroke this dick (Verse 2: Prada) I got more eyes than Fetty Wop The only trap queen is Bruce Jenner, Fetty stop I got guns layed out, take your pic like Kodak Fallout with the Arizona -- let's pause I'm on a new grind with this stoned persona Chris Benoit the way I pop you all We the family get off my tail or (Taylor) I'll rob you swift like Kanye at the Grammy's I ain't f**ing with no bad b**h, bumping cla**ics 8 lives left, I tried to f** with magic