On Top Of Shit ft. D.O.N Slime Lyrics

I'm on top of shit, everybody hatin' on the gang, they just counterfeit

Grab a pole, use my tippy toes when I hit a lick Never fold, never break the code, I'd never snitch

Yeah, I'm on top of shit, I'm on top of shit, I'm on top of shit, yeah, yeah, I'm on top of shit

I be on top of shit, I'm the nigga that they call when they wanna drop some shit

Full metal jackets for the action, ain't no stoppin' this And we don't give a fuck about no extra shit we steppin', bitch

Catch a nigga lackin' on the block, do him dirty I'ma get up, walk him down, cause I ain't in no hurry

I'm on point, lil' nigga, and I'm shootin' just like Curry Thirty shots from the bop, lil' nigga, I ain't worried

I can't treat you with respect, I love my niggas fuck the rest We bustin' opps from top, lil' nigga, don't be next

I love my money, I'm obsessed, two to three, split your vest I love them headshots, nigga, cause they really be the best

Spend a nigga block, just to bust a nigga top And if she can't find you, then we gonna get your pops

Talking to the pigs, it's gon' get your ass popped Never fold, never break the code, that's what I'm standin' on, bitch

Yeah, I'm on top of shit Everybody hatin' on the gang, they just counterfeit

Grab a pole, use my tippy toes when I hit a lick Never fold, never break the code, I never snitch

Yeah, I'm on top of shit

I'm on top of shit

I'm on top of shit

Yeah, I'm on top of shit

Rest in peace, E Every time I think about you, I just wanna stir the beef

Goin' hard, thinkin' to myself, I need another me Breakin' bitches heart by the two, at the double tree

Brainless, two to three, shootin' out the stainless Dangerous, I be shootin' shit like Kyle Cambridge

Nameless, bullets got a face when you aim Never think twice it's either you or who you came with

Money counter doin' laps, huh, that's a victory Dingo with a sack in a hour, then it's history

I made it out the trap, huh, huh, it's not a mystery Hard work and dedication got me countin' plenty cheese

Never was the type to sit around, I want a bag I don't want your bitch gang, said her lil' booty sag

Who don't got sticks, man, we all got mags I hit two licks today, now me and Brody got a bag

I ain't never been out the way, always in the field ask the last nigga we done stepped on, if he healed, bitch

I don't give a fuck about you, ask your bro, do I care? I a put that lil' pussy ass nigga in the air

Fuck your fam too, I don't give a fuck, bro Ask them lil' niggas, do they want some motherfuckin' smoke

I'm the real nigga in this bitch, big fuckin' bro Big nine shit, bitch, don't get your whole crew smoked

Yeah, I'm on top of shit, everybody hatin' on the gang, they just counterfeit

Grab the pole, use my tippy toes when I hit a lick Never fold, never break the code, I'd never snitch

Yeah, I'm on top of shit, I'm on top of shit I'm on top of shit, yeah, I'm on top of shit

I'm on top of shit