[Verse 1: Vince Google/DJ Flossy]
Ay, shout out Nico
Shout out Rico
Shout out Tampico
Marhaba habibi ahtini ahtini
Versace, versace, I am J-Flossy and that's what they call me
Why you so salty? I just copped a brand new Bugatti
But I'm driving 30 in Kashmir so no cops can stop me
I spent 2 mil' on my shoe lace and 3 mil' on my phone case
I just bought some cookies, you know they samoas
We stay at the beach house, when we in Balboa
Posers on me, imma need disinfectant
Culebra kick on deck, so you know it's super effective
All my girls brunette, yup I'm super selective
You are super objective
Alright, you know what I'm just gonna have to hand this off to Brandon
[Verse 2: James Golden]
Versace, versace
Quiero te mami because I am your papi
(You know I'm James Golden)
Bugatti, bugatti
It's like a mustaza se ama cause I'm a sick rhyma
(James Gold gots the burner)
Versace, versace
Hoes be Ariana Grande and I am having a lot of intercourse on Sunday
Versace, versace
I drink it when it fizzle, shouts out Los Mizzle
[Chorus: Bruce Carbon]
Versace, versace
Versace, versace, versace
Versace, versace
Versace, versace, versace
Versace
(Los Mizzle)
Versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace
Versace, versace, versace, versace, versace, versace
Versace
Here we go again!
[Verse 4: Csam]
Versace I live up on 20th
All the police surround me
Versace, versace
Dean looks like a
[Random Bar: James Golden]
Hey someone shut this dude up
[Verse 5: Nick]
Versace, versace
My name's Nick Scarci
Ain't nobody gon stop me
My twitter say -oni
Alyx left me and I still ain't lonely
Versace, versace
I pull out my trigga cause I hate all these niggas
Versace, versace
I pull out my dick and bust on Csam's face
Cough, cough you look like flour dough with your shirt off
6 feet tall you still a little bitch
Nigga do you even lift
Matt Andrade, white boy spitting image of my mommy
I'll cut off your dick, freeze it, call that a cheeze it
Imma shove multiple footballs up your asshole, call that a cluster
Don't forget the mustard
Where's Cory at? Bratatatat in my backpack
Cory can't even drive but my bars make this beat come alive
Can this nigga even see? Kinda looking a lot like Bruce Lee
Where Brandon at? Dropping bombs, terrorizing this song
Ain't even a part of the Homies, more like a part of Al Queda
And you know I got the bars, I'm a sick writer
What about C-Dick though, about to take his old girl Kaitlyn though
Hairy legs on deck, pineapple up your ass now you a wreck
Connor a twat, just went into Best Buy and bought
A new TV
Kaitlyn in the kitchen, what she five? About to go into your DMs and dive
Dalton, you think you ain't ignorant
Well you a little bitch
Imma shove a tennis racket in that ass
A tennis racket made of glass
Nico, you're a good guy
Ay, Matt's brother's a little bitch though
Dean your swagoo is more like fagoo
Taylor Ross's dick in your ass
Can't even get a Chaffey College class
Matt, I'm gonna shove a hose down your throat bitch
Turn the faucet on, Kim Possible what's the sitch
Don't be a little snitch, bitch
Fucking faggot
Ask more questions than a hoe
I'm gonna shove my thumb up your butthole
I'm eatin' this beat up, I'm a D1 snacker
But nothing is whiter than Flossy, a trailer park cracker
But you know where I'm from, Tanglewood I'm always tangalin'
And my boy J-Flossy talks to oomfs in multiple languages
Wait that's not a bar
I'm done, but fuck you Matt
[Outro: James Golden]
Yo, shouts out to Gabe Baca
Shouts out to Gabe Harris
Shouts out to Bryan Morrison
Shouts out to Neel Sarode
Shouts out to Ian Tidwell
Y'all are ex-Homies
You know you're still in our hearts no matter what
You know we love you guys
That's it, versace, versace, we outta here
