Top ft. Zar Lyrics

We the fuckin' top (Yeah)

I be gettin' all the green, how the fuck I'll ever stop? (How I stop?)

I be gettin' all these bitches, but I won't ever fuck a bop (I won't fuck a bop)

I be gettin' all these questions soundin' like a cop (On God)

Sneaky link catchin' feelings, that shit real appealin' (Real appealin')

I won't ever cuff a ho 'til we stack it, ceiling (To the ceiling)

Shawty know I'm damaged, talkin' 'bout she can fuckin' heal it (She can heal it)

I know when the jakes roll in, she gon' fuckin' squeal (She gon' squeal)

Fuck an intro, fuck a verse, I'm just talkin' shit (I'm just talkin' shit)

Got your bitch in my whip like a prostitute (Like a-)

She like when I cop her clothes that you couldn't do (That you couldn't do)

Fuck her then I dip when she catch an attitude

Fuck her pussy up, that shit pink like Majin Boo (Just like Majin Boo)

Got a chinese bitch, that be teachin' Kung-Fu (Kung-Fu)

I be fuckin' bitches that you wouldn't even knew (Nah)

Bust a nut, now her ultra showin' fuckin' Mew (Damn)

Uh, yeah, that shit showin' Mew (Showin' Mew)

When she act up she gon' see a couple few (She a couple few)

She gon' do what servey says like it's Family Fued

I won't ever give a ho any fuckin' jewels (Any jewels)

We the fuckin' top (Yeah)

I be gettin' all the green, how the fuck I'll ever stop? (How I stop?)

I be gettin' all these bitches, but I won't ever fuck a bop

I be gettin' all these questions soundin' like a cop (Like a cop)

Sneaky link catchin' feelings, that shit real appealin' (Real appealin')

I won't ever cuff a ho 'til we stack it, ceiling (To the ceiling)

Shawty know I'm damaged, talkin' 'bout she can fuckin' heal it (She can heal it)

I know when the jakes roll in, she gon' fuckin' squeal (On God)

Fuck an intro, fuck a verse, I'm just talkin' shit (I'm just talkin' shit)

Got your bitch in my whip like a prostitute (Like a prostitute)

She like when I cop her clothes that you couldn't do (That you couldn't do)

Fuck her then I dip when she catch an attitude (Catch an attitude)

Back flippin' on the track like Luh Tyler

Niggas say I'm like a fuckin dragon, up the fire (Grrah, grrah)

Money flowin' every day, I ain't tired

Lookin' at yo' dumbass fit, you got a wire (What)

I done shitted on the beat, need a new pamper

Introduced her to some white lines, I ain't talkin' stanzas (Yeah)

Got a triple styrocup, I mix it with the orange Fanta (Uh)

White plug caught a new play up in New Hampshire

Sike, bitch, it was Maine

Niggas on my dick be tryna play me, but this ain't a game (Yeah)

I know bro a junkie, he got a white tee with a purple stain

I got gold up on my neck, the color look like lemonade (Gold)

BBs on my face, B stands for elegance

Pockets fat as shit, it's filled with green like a veteran (Uh)

Listened to your track, I'm not impressed, bitch, I'm better than

If your music needed in the court, I'd hide the evidence

Bitch, uh, we the fuckin' two

Pull up on your ho like Kawhi Leonard, baby, what it do?

Me and Zar spazzin' on the track makin' revenue

Posted on the block with crashouts on the avenue

Bitch, uh, we the fuckin' top

Bitch, uh, we the fuckin' top

Ayy, we the fuckin' two

Grrah, we the fuckin' two