Topside Lyrics

Stepped in, with a bad bitch and she really that

You ain't gotta ask is I'm getting it, pockets really fat

Glizzy's in the front seat

Chopper's in the back

If my granny knew how I get down she'd have a heart attack

Styling, not profiling niggas, know it's me

I be mixing carhart with the Rick like I'm from over seas

She can try her hardest but I know she can't get over me

Pinkies only ten milligrams, I ain't take no more than three

Trapping since sixteen

I ain't try the Percocet until after the lean

Even though I detox, she still say I'm a fein

Since that's what you want a nigga be I told bro pass the green

And I'm off a jigga like I be with Hov

I'm on Milly land but Freaky Fazo went to Morton grove

It get treacherous out in these streets gotta stay on ya toes

You know you can always call me, that's if you need a bow