Top Pick Lyrics

Who really bust those clips

Who really run that shit

Yeah, me

Who really won that chick

Take you on a southside trip

Yeah, bitch

Who you know move that swift

Buss down Cartier wrist

Klink, klink

Who is the new topic

Who is your new top pick

Yeah, G

Who really bust those clips

Who really run that shit

Yeah, me

Who really won that chick

Take you on a southside trip

Yeah, bitch

Who you know move that swift

Buss down Cartier wrist

Klink, klink

Who is the new topic

Who is your new top pick

Yeah, G

And you know how I get it

New topic ain't sweating

New styles I'm inventing

Move smoothly Gene Kelly

I'm shining

I'm smiling

No challenge

They hiding behind windows that's tinted

Buss it down, buss it down, huh

Run it up

Run it back

Where you been

Where you at

Running slow

Running fast

Wanna catch up

Wanna catch, wanna catch, wanna catch me

Wanna cash, wanna cash, wanna cash in

Open your mind and you will see

I'm inclined artistically

Ballistic missiles is missing me

A different beast

A different breed

Articles about me ripping arteries

Slipping - arguably

Why you doubting me

I'm a new, new, new entity I have entered in

Don't care 'bout your social ladders and magazines

I got a magazine

An arsenal

I'm in a premier league

I'm with a premium team

Going over rappers since my pre-teens

No luck and no pretty please

The scenes you flee I conquer

And show the skills I build

The pain I felt

Say fuck the wealth

The mic I melt

And bleed 'till bad blood is dealt with,

Who really bust those clips

Who really run that shit

Yeah, me

Who really won that chick

Take you on a southside trip

Yeah, bitch

Who you know move that swift

Buss down Cartier wrist

Klink, klink

Who is the new topic

Who is your new top pick

Yeah, G

Who really bust those clips

Who really run that shit

Yeah, me

Who really won that chick

Take you on a southside trip

Yeah, bitch

Who you know move that swift

Buss down Cartier wrist

Klink, klink

Who is the new topic

Who is your new top pick

Yeah, G

Who really bust it?

Bust it

I'm at the top, yeah, bitch end of discussion

I wanna kill birds so feathers are rustled

You may be a dog but you come with a muzzle

You may be a bear but I got clips and we cuddle

I got sticks like kids that's double

You don't reign dear

Put a red dot on yo nose, yeah, you Rudolph

You street, street, gang, gang, but talk to the federal bureau

You stay in one place

I jump over you hurdles

I burst all of your bubbles

Your vision is tunnel

You falling

You drowning

You tripping and stumbling

There ain't shit that can replace me

My shit wavy like a jet ski

There ain't shit that can impress me

I slide on it like Gretzky

I don't believe a word that you saying

You in the game but not playing

I'm the top pick like a mayor

You last pick

You frail like hair

Riding these beats like rodeo

One day I'm a legend like fairy tale I know

You a hater the date you update is the day I will be six feet below

Who really bust it?

Who really run it?