Topic of discussion ft. JB LeDon Lyrics

My brothers flexing stunting shitting and you know we ate left no crumbs from these biscuits

You take it when its given this nigga jarris go dumb in Honda Civics

This nigga swerve go crazy how he living my niggas vicious

We made it through the storm and we started what we finished

We finished what we started from a broken home so my heart feel retarded

I got my hands dirty I know god going to wash it man

Lets change the topic gone get a nigga bled and leave him froze like Baskin Robbins

I done found a way to make it through without no college

Going state to state yea we zooming check the mileage

This ain't rocket science might put this bitch in auto pilot

We stay multiplying rat niggas they stay testifying

How you justify it take some dare you try it get a ruler then we lining

Put you up with the highest man

We pop rubber bands I be counting money smack her ass with the other hand

Ima young melanated king that's from another land

I'm showing all my moves off and then I craft another plan

Pull up in that wraith four door that's that Cullinan

Hold up yea we coming in and we here to stay you in the way then you bugging then

Choppa let it spray it hit your face there the blood again

I got no time to waste I'm in a rush to get a hundred bands

My brothers flexing stunting shitting and you know we ate left no crumbs from these biscuits

You take it when its given this nigga jarris go dumb in Honda Civics

This nigga swerve go crazy how he living my niggas vicious

We made it through the storm and we started what we finished

We finished what we started from a broken home so my heart feel retarded

I got my hands dirty I know god going to wash it man

Pack shit knock him off and then wash my hands

Doing a hundred miles per hour nigga pitching grams

Wake up bright and early get right on them ends

Trap money dried up niggas cant buss a band

This bitch schedule tied up I'm trying to buss her friend

I work a deal and fill that duffle bag with my hand

Nigga stop acting sour you a fucking fan Ima trap out the bando need a hundred bands

Ima stack a hundred mil I feel it in my hands Ima reach for the stars buy me some land

Ima pull all yo cards show me yo hand I know all yo niggas broke show me your bands

How you around all them niggas call them yo friends I don't be around no actors who be pretend

Stop fucking capping lying on the gram niggas get lost and couldn't stick to the plan

I stay stuck to that stick tucked in my pants this bitch was talking to much she fucking up her chance

I'm in them stores with my dogs fucking up them bands please don't reach for nothing bro gone up the yin

I had enough of discussion jiggy wanna blam him tryna blitz a bitch guts and buss it for the camera

Hot shells for you niggas yea we checking temperatures

I'm the topic of discussion you know who I am bitch I'm Adryan Tnb you know I'm the man

Lcr Tnb yea that's where I stand