Top Lyrics

You could smell the weed from the back room

She just gave me head in the bathroom

Too many bitches I can't keep it straight

Applying pressure to that neck every single day

Too much fuckin' money so they fuckin' hate

I remember being stuck on section 8

Now I take trips when I want to

Got a custom chain cause I want to

Might just fuck your bitch cause I want to

Might just take your shit cause I want to

Really in the field with my top dudes

Ima keep on showing cause I got to

They don't know the shit that I been really going through

Really in the field and I had to make a move

Pulled up with that heater had to show him what it do

LV shades on

MK stay on

New bape t-shirt you ain't what I be on

Claimin' you be in the streets

Ain't bout what your grams say

Caught him lackin' at the store, so tell me why he run away

She be hittin' my phone

Jackin' my shit everyday

Says she hittin' my phone

Sike she hit the whole gang bitch

Gimme top, gimme top, gimme top

Get the fuck of my body, Ya'll real pussy, ya'll can't try me

I ain't gonna stop til' my M's turn to B's

You know she fuck with me cause my drip real mean

I been in my bag for a minute

Look at all these rappers that be cappin' for a living

I could never do that shit

Just like my barber I be clippin' shit

And it's all about the dollars I be gettin' it

And I'm chilling with the Gualas we be kickin' it

She gimme top, she gimme top, she gimme top

Got a bad bitch on me she going right down

She see the way I hustle so she dumb proud

Peeped her in the crowd going dumb loud

I can't keep a bitch cause I'm dumb foul