TOP BOY ft. Tajhae Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah okay, let's go

I'm highly favored, only God could tell I'm the wave, I feel like Biggavel

Vacuum seal the bag to hold the smell top boy, I'm pushing P they all for sale

I've been in the studio going brazy tryna show these rap niggas who done made em

They say Tajhae talking shit, that's why they hate me in a different type of bag, not talking LV

I've been to hell and back, only God could save me

Skirting in a new Hellcat on Linden doing 80

If I fuck with you, that means that you my dog, then let's make money

Every time we step, we know we look the best, we never bummy

She said, Tajhae, I'm so wet, bitch, let me in, I got her coming

I love all my bitches, mean they all for me, that's why I love em

Murder bravado jeans, they on me, who want war, bitch

It's not competition when they see me, niggas forfeit

I did your favorite rapper bad on purpose

Think again about tryna diss me, was it worth it

Was it worth it

We been serving lows for way too long, like, who you serving

Up the price on purpose, got your baby moms or yerkies

They come around get nervous, call up twin, cause they be lurking

Back to back suburban, me and Tajhae taking off

20's on the hawk, did a hundred in this bitch, y'all ain't keeping up

These rappers food, they come around, that shit ain't feeding us

Feel like Saint, I hustle harder, they ain't seeing us

Fuck is they reaching for

Name another duo rapping like this

Me and Sickoo going up inside this rap shit

This shit you niggas do be a distraction

I don't pay that shit no mind, get no reaction

And I'm bringing racks in, we bringing packs in

And I'm smoking good gas, this shit hit like Mack 10

Back in

New bottega on my boot, in the trenches, it's like Vogue

Make a movie when we through, ain't no limit in this bitch

Feel like Master P, riding around with caution

Ain't no losses on this side for me

Stacking all this paper lately, only feeling out the blues

Shawty way too needy, fuck her once she got too comfortable

Niggas in they bag, I put Prada on my duffel

I'm the one to cause the trouble

Ain't no other, it's strictly business

You don't understand, bet them demons make you get it

Every corner tinted and we burning out the 20s