To The Top Lyrics

I'm the man in my city

You my bitch then you gotta be pretty

Give a fuck bout a ass and her titties

Need mine like Yung Miami I'm diddy

I'm feeling like 50

Bitch hurry up I need head I get dizzy

Running up all these racks no kizzy

I'm stroking

She choking

My knocka is wit me

Pa Pa Pa Pa case they coming to get me

Two twin bad bitches this Chrissy this missy

Think I'm a lick boy THEN you must be silly

I'm riding with Sidi

Lil bru go kuuu for me if it get risky

I don't need no stylist

Unlimited shots for who trying to try us

My touch like the Midas

Nothing go down until they run it by us

I took down Goliath

Show out to boogie my bridge is the highest

Since I was young man was one of the flyest

Nah man I'm serious barely even trying

Why niggas keep crying

Rap ain't that hard just keep trying and trying

Gucci and Louis dripped in all designer

Me and my lady like Bron and Savannah

Hooped in high school wish I won them a banner

Drop hit after hit after hit like I'm Santa

Nananana

Make fun of the opps while I'm counting this cheddar

I like Cartier but APs is just better

This a freestyle I ain't write like a letter

Free YSL that mean Thugga and Gunna

Check the details I mean look at my denims

I fuck with Amiris

But them shits be tight for these knots that I carry

Tell Mike to get wit me

Still a few pairs that I want him to send me

I'm talking bout Jordan

Fresh pair of mikes even when I'm recording

I'm young and I'm turnt

Ain't fucking these hoes man bitches be burnt

Banga picked up the mic

Spitting this heat you think Pat gon be tight

You talking that shit

You hating out of spite

Sucking my dick gon be your girl tonight

Free Pooh to the sheisty

Fuck a Saweetie my bitch just as icy

Quick RIP just for all the guyzers

(Yeah)

Quick RIP just for all of the guyzers

(Yeah)

Thanks to allah

Shit I'm a survivor

(Yeah) uh

Give thanks to my momma

Our future is brighter

Uhh yeah let's go

Now we back to business

I'm bout to show you real rags to riches

Telling the label don't skimp on my digits

And no I do not Give a fuck bout the littest

Since I was young I was tryna be the richest

5 Songs in a day man it's clear I'm efficient

5 Hoes in a day don't know which one I'm hittin

5 Shows in a day it's not 1 I'm that I'm missing

Get signed those my homies for sure yea I'm splitting

True loyal nigga no way that I'm switching

And god is my witness

Destined for greatness my palm it keep itching

Cool nigga with temper I might end up clicking

Bet not trust no hoe man these bitches be tricking

Change my family fortune yeah I'm just predicting

You hurt one of mine then I'm spinning and spinning

He spinning and spinning WE spinning and spinning

Ima real one you not and yeah that's just the difference

Too solid to fold they love me in the trenches

Lou Banga I'm next ya soon come to ya senses

Me and all the homies we get matching benzes

Good on y'all jewelry I might get a pendant

Talent is gucci I'm talking transcendent

Don't fuck with the law screaming fuck you lieutenant

Don't fuck with the law screaming fuck you lieutenant