Top Boy (feat. D-Rock)
Only thing promised to you niggaz is death I use to wanna be like... now I’m that Rocking that off-white when I’m in sacks And I’ll spend a check on that pussy if it’s that Name chilling on the seven and that’s facts And hella smoke yeah it’s mines Fucking on hoe like she mine She saying that she mines Knowing me I never mind I just need a load from a plug that don’t speak English I wish it be free to see my bros you wont believe it I wish it ways to see my hoes you won’t believe it I got rich by the zone by the door playing defense People always tell me to be humble but I’m so chill Got it on me now and I can up it but I won’t still Ouu I just don’t Bitches love to say what they gone do to me then choke Niggaz always say what they gone do to me but won’t I won’t sign no deal I’m forever home alone Grind til it’s sunny bitch I’m signed to my phone All these bitches fucking nigga gone and pick a hoe All these niggaz bluffing they won’t let you see the dope Counting twenty cash I can’t open up my door Use to wanna like hov but hoes turned me drake Heart code than December this 368 I Can’t shake the Rp’s I just love how they taste Rubs my hands like I’m baby while she give me face Lately I been shutting down my body numb If I didn’t chase these hoes then I’ll probably be up In a mansion with a coup or two But I fall for the whoopdie whoop Dog em like I’m scooby doo Smoove nigga like 22 Work my ass off ain’t request shit I put that time in These hoes needed me like Rihanna she want diamonds Shoelaces say shoelaces I paid a grip Moon rock laced in the wood off of alien spit Hit my knees and thank the lord because I got it now Heard my EX just wanna f*ck me cause I’m popping now That boy slimed once before he swear we Potnas now Hope the bitch that led me on somewhere slaughter out Yea, Yea Mula, Gang Let me catch that But you know the time Speak on my mama you dying Bring my young slime out retirement Niggaz keep trying me Shooter Islamic Dunk on these niggaz Brandon knight a body Laugh on a Homi Trip off a molly I know that these niggaz gone turn to a zombie Facts I’ll get a f*ck nigga wacked Yea Put some respect on my set Play foul I keep a tech You know I got more stripes then a ref You know these hoes gone f*ck for a check Soon as I up roll gone get em wet I probably drill a nigga with the tool they gone be calling me bob My jr playing round with that food like my name was suav Okay nah 45 to yo back like Jordan My niggaz be scoring F*ck them flats we watching cameras round here we be noided When it’s beef have Lisa Maggie we never avoid it Scope a nigga at the corner knock him out his mauri’s
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