Versaces

And I be wearing

Versace shades

[Chorus]

Niggas aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Make a hater wanna copy

Make a hater wanna copy

You aint seen what seen

You ain’t seen what I done seen

You can’t see what I see

No

No

Niggas aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Make a hater wanna copy

Make a hater wanna copy

You aint seen what seen

You ain’t seen what I done seen

You can’t see what I see

No

No

[Verse 2]

10 stacks in my pocket

The 9 on my waist

Frames by Versace

The five on my face

I buy em by the case

So I get em for the low low

And all my lenses tinted

Yeah something like my low low

Real recognize real

You better check my logo

Catch me calling for my goons

Like we playing marco polo

And everywhere that we go

I know these boys hatin

And if it aint the shoes

Then its gotta be the shades man

Sun up to sun down

I gotta keep em on

Mess around and take em off

I swear to God your girl gone

Versaces you can’t go wrong

Can’t copy or wear em wrong

See the diamond on my frames

Match the ones on my arm

They be like

That boy on

So go head and wipe me down

If you dawgs try to bite me

More than likely we’ll snipe you down

For the ones that wanna try me

Let me tell you something bout me

Versace that my eye piece

The AK thats my fire piece

[Chorus]

Niggas aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Make a hater wanna copy

Make a hater wanna copy

You aint seen what seen

You ain’t seen what I done seen

You can’t see what I see

No

No

Niggas aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Make a hater wanna copy

Make a hater wanna copy

You aint seen what seen

You ain’t seen what I done seen

You can’t see what I see

No

No

[Verse 3]

Ya’ll be scramblin’

Me and Jim Beam

We be handlin’

Ya’ll can’t handle em’

We rock Versace like Cohan en did

All my ‘saces are proper like big poppa’s was

I been rocking these lenses since 2Pacalypse

Hoppin out the whip

300,000 dollar shit

Styling on y’all haters

Y’all haters do the opposite

Haters catch the vapors when

I’m up in the spot with them

Ya chick give me brains

Damn she deserves a scholarship

Your frames came from the middle of the mall

Aww man homie

No bling

Your glasses are counterfeit

Hayes mixed with hash

Yeah

I just burned an ounce of it

Stay up out my path before I blast

Sit you down a bit

Jacksonville to Philly we connected

Can you handle it

My lyrics are scandalous

Chickens like the sound of it

I dont back down foes

I smack em around a bit

Cock the burner back

Make you open up and swallow it

[Chorus]

Niggas aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Make a hater wanna copy

Make a hater wanna copy

You aint seen what seen

You ain’t seen what I done seen

You can’t see what I see

No

No

Niggas aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Aint seen what I done seen through my Versaces

Make a hater wanna copy

Make a hater wanna copy

You aint seen what seen

You ain’t seen what I done seen

You can’t see what I see

No

No

It’s that Philly to Jacksonville shit

Up north down south

Dirty south that is

Philly freeza

Jim Beam

Yeah

I don’t know if ya’ll ready for this one

Put ya stunna shades on niggas

Throw your stunna shades on niggas

Yeah