top ft. dee Lyrics

You my bitch, you my hoe Why you cop that blick , if you never up

that pole

I ain't stressing, bitch I'm aiming for my goal

Real killer, yeah I'm coming for your soul Yeah I'm coming for your spot

Lil' boy, I count this guap This hoe wanna suck my jackson, feel like the king

of pop How the hell you go up, can I give out the

sauce

Bitch, I feel like Carti, take my shirt off and they drop

Hoe, I feel like NASCAR, I'm racing to the top

My dawgs they finna catch you, throw a bone, they feel like chop wipe the whole gang out, I wipe them like a mop

You flexin' for the net, that's not you, you better stop

Call up dee bitch, fuck the cops, we make their bodies drop

Bitch, I ran me up like 12, but I ain't fuck with no cops

She won't let me fuck, but I bet she drop that top

Yeah, that nigga got no money, bet that boy, he window shop

When, he see that red dot on his head like Deadshot

When we rollin' down that window, smell that weed, it smell like socks

Smell that weed, lil' bitch, I need it, slow down, he get a feety

All this ice up on my neck, it feel like I changed the seats

He parked up right by that alley, we ran up on that boy creeping

We caught him by that alley, okay, that's where we leave him

Count that money, fast like cheetah, got that loyal, bitch, I cheated

See that bread, lil' bitch, I need it, smell that gas, oh, yeah, it's reekin

Yeah, I'm comin' for your spot, lil' boy, I count it guap

This hoe wanna suck my Jackson, feel like the king of pop

How the hell you go up, can I give out the sauce

Huh, bitch, I feel like Carti, take my shirt off and they drop

Ho, I feel like NASCAR, I'm racin' to the top

My dawgs, they finna catch it, throw a bone, they feel like chop

wipe the whole gang out, I wipe them like a mop

You flexin' for the net, that's not you, you better stop