Top Opp Lyrics

Shit, these niggas know I step the hardest

Told her block me since it ain't no sex

And bitch you broke so humble yourself since you don't got no checks

Nigga I ain't no ref, play with me and I'ma pull out the tec

Shit I fucked this bitch a hundred times and still can't feel shit

Bitch talk bout I'ma top opp

Ho, get up on your knees and suck this cock thot

I'll pull up out the chopp, make them dance and do the cha-cha

Shit I know that ain't my hood lil nigga, I'm on the opp block

So what they gon' do

Nigga you's a kid, you got a Glock so who you gon' shoot

I'm only 16, fucking on bitches older than me, I hit big things

Man I hate a hoe that play games

Get the fuck up off my phone if he ain't giving brains

sprayground on my back lil baby, so if you play you lay

And if a nigga try to get me and I got it on me, his mom's gon' have to pray

Niggas gon' have to pray, if they wanna see another day

Ay, fuck this bitch she weird fuck this bitch she weird

Get the fuck up out my face

Got these diamonds in my ear but I don't hear nun

Niggas tryna jump on me but I don't fear none

Nigga why you tryna show me your money like I won't take some

The homie gave that nigga a face shot, now he can't see none

Damn, I feel bad for his fam

Delivering packs anywhere you at like I'm the pizza man

This bitch tryna fuck, she send me a stack, I guess she tricking then

But I can't trust these hoes, I'll bring the Glock up in

Nigga, we bring the Glock up in

I'm a Lil Juan and Lil Jose, so bring the thots up then

That nigga said he pouring drink, then why the pop so thin

The chop really like a lock, how it box your man

My old bitch wanna redo

I told her walk a thousand miles and I'll see you

I told lil baby I got options like I'm seafood

The Glock, he put him underwater like some seafood

I tell a hoe to get some paper, shut the fuck up

A broke bitch in my face, that's a uh-uh

You acting federal on my phone, nigga what gun

You need some pussy, I got hoes, nigga pick one

Buddy talking on the net, so bro gon' air him out

Bae, I don't know what I made, but it's a big amount

I'm fly as fuck and I don't really even rock designer

And yo bitch can't hear the phone cause I'm all up inside her

Damn, that's a tough case

And you was wondering why yo sheets feel like duct tape

And the homie selling work, so we deduct weight

We like Phineas and Ferb, but we touch paper

I told her block me if it ain't no sex

Humble niggas, how you talking and they got no checks

My Spanish bitch in TSA trying to learn English

NGM is still teens, but you earning less