Lyrics

[Hook] I blow a bag when I feel like Go Versace when I feel like Roll with my strap when I feel like Go to Harvey's when I feel like Go fuck your gyal when I feel like This isn't rap this is real life I made a hundred by Hillside I heard them numbers, I still ride I blow a bag when I feel like Go Versace when I feel like Roll with my strap when I feel like Go to Harvey's when I feel like Go fuck your gyal when I feel like This isn't rap this is real life I made a hundred by Hillside I heard them numbers, I still ride [Verse 1] I walk in designer jeans I sleep on designer sheets I'm smoking on Venom O.G You can call it designer weed See your gyal keep your eye on her Cause she keep on eyeing me I roll with my iron B The mandem have got a variety Come like a secret society You're over there looking tired G I thought that you would have retired G I bought the whole club, what's the hire fee? I fucked your BM now you're mad at me I understand understandably I hit it again just to let you know I walk around with a bag on me I'm blowing money so casually Try get my chain that's a casualty Outside it's anarchy People are panicky I got a square like a handkerchief Being broke fucked with my sanity This clothing and jewellery is vanity Shows at the O2 Academy Now these promoters got racks on me [Hook] I blow a bag when I feel like Go Versace when I feel like Roll with my strap when I feel like Go to Harvey's when I feel like Go fuck your gyal when I feel like This isn't rap this is real life I made a hundred by Hillside I heard them numbers, I still ride I blow a bag when I feel like Go Versace when I feel like Roll with my strap when I feel like Go to Harvey's when I feel like Go fuck your gyal when I feel like This isn't rap this is real life I made a hundred by Hillside I heard them numbers, I still ride [Verse 2] Keyboard warriors Talking bad on computers I just walk in Versace Go and spend grands on Medusa's Can't chat to man are you stupid? I'm running through hammers and units Roads just happened to lose it Look how I branded my music I'm giving rappers the blueprint Don't fuck with standard producers Go Moncler my jacket My bro copied Canada Gooses We are not in the same bracket Them man there are losers No one ain't stopping my movement I came from the block where my goons is I still gotta walk with my steel knife Baby come jump on this real pipe You know I ain't rocking no fake jewels I went and spent thousands on real ice Smoking on loud and this purple Only real ones allowed in my circle The mandem got watches and chains Beema's and Audi's and Merc's too [Hook] I blow a bag when I feel like Go Versace when I feel like Roll with my strap when I feel like Go to Harvey's when I feel like Go fuck your gyal when I feel like This isn't rap this is real life I made a hundred by Hillside I heard them numbers, I still ride I blow a bag when I feel like Go Versace when I feel like Roll with my strap when I feel like Go to Harvey's when I feel like Go fuck your gyal when I feel like This isn't rap this is real life I made a hundred by Hillside I heard them numbers, I still ride