TOP ft. Yung Metrooo Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Woo

Yeah, aye, yeah, yeah

I gotta run up on people, I'm telling you

I'm going straight to the top

I-I-I gotta flex all these bands I've been making

Cause I'm getting that shit a lot

I got these haters, they coming my way

But I tell em lil boy's to just stop

I-I-I-I'm steady hexing, I'm straight up finessing

You know I'm just taking my shot

Ride with my shooters, you know they get through ya

I swear that you never gon' pop

Hot like hibachi, sizzle like salami

I swear that we ride with the chop

Pull up top missing, the wind in my hair

Cause you know that we gliding the drop

Bitch you don't guess that we young and we ruthless

We don't give a fuck bout a opp

Spin that wheel real fast so you don't even see it

You know that you missed

I do it different, I swear they don't get it

I'm taking my spot with a twist

I'm always busy, my diamonds been glistening

I swear with a flick of a wrist

I keep a handful of rings, I've been plotting

In case someone act like a bitch

Really don't get it, you know that I'm top of the gang

I'm on top of my class

They wanna claim on my lane but I swear I'm the fastest

I'm pressing the gas

I guess I'm dunking this shit, I've been touching the rim

I've been breaking the glass

They say I'm last but when they hear this shit man I swear

They gon' be on my ass

Really don't get it, I swear that you missed it

The wave coming, swear you should quit

I move like Ghost, swear I'm always gone boast

I'm not a man, I'm a myth

I got this Wesson, I swear I'm gon' match it

You know that these shells finna spit

They wanna claim all the fame to they name but

I swear that I already did

I Might fuck on your mama, come here Miss Jensen, I ain't gotta cap drop the addy

I got the steel, no meal, I ain't petty

What's on my wrist, it's motherfucking penny

Doze it, make a bitch try and get ready, bad lil' hoe got a WAP, no fetty

She hit me up like a burger, no Freddy

I've seen heat on that boy, Maccaveli

Blood on my shirt and it look like spaghetti

Pull up with heat, burn you up, you ain't ready

It's a murder scene, when that chopper intervene

I gotta run up on people, I'm telling you

I'm going straight to the top

I gotta flex all these bands I've been making

Cause I'm getting that shit a lot

I got these haters, they coming my way

But I tell them lil boys to just stop

I'm steady hexing, I'm straight up finessing

You know I'm just taking my shot

Ride with my shooters, you know they get through you

I swear that you never gon' pop

Hot like a hibachi, this is all like salami

I swear that we ride with the chop

Pull up top, missing the wind in my hair

Cause you know that we ride and we drop

Bitch you don't get to a young and we ruthless

We don't give a fuck bout a opp

(Don't give a fuck bout a opp

Don't give a fuck bout a opp

Don't give a fuck bout no opp

Don't give a fuck bout no opp

Ahaha)