TOP GUN Lyrics

Can't nobody tell me shit I'm doing, what the fuck I want

I call my shooter Luka, he a maverick, he the top gun

When they ask how many fucks I give, I'm like, not one

Bet a hundred K on the guys, they gon' get it done

We could've made a bag, but a couple niggas switched up

Magic Johnson in the clip, I make it hot, then pass one

My Glocky be a city girl, Nina bout to act up

Send that boy to Green Bay, he played so he got packed up

Niggas steady putting on a show, trying to act tough

.40 in the crowd, and it's loud, I might clap something

Paved a way for little niggas, most of y'all my damn son

GLE, AMG, limo tint the black one

Switch lanes back and forth, niggas cannot catch up

I done seen the realest going drills, and they bitched up

Switch what? I'm with the same niggas, you ain't never seen me click up

Brody in the field, throw it up, he make a play

He ain't trying to force it, he gon' walk em down in

Bathing Apes, rolling cookie blunts, take a OZ to the face

Pop out in Givenchy, I put LV on the waist

Please don't get me started, pull up, get the drumming

Bitch, I feel like Travis Barker, I made the winter hot

Now I'm fucking up the summer, I don't like Corvette

They mousetraps, Popp Hunna

I'm so 89 plus 11, that's a hunnid

Can't nobody stop me, I might just stack an 80 in the cut like I'm Quanny

Brody tossing hot shit at your head like Hibachi

I know some real steppers, so I keep an eye behind me

I never walk alone, I'm with the mob, John Gotti