Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Das EFX miss jones
Aiyo (yo) whut go around no doubt come around
Comes around comes around
Das EFX we goin out so yo bust the way
No solider but I got troops
A whole bunch goons on the roof
They gon' shoot
Cut the top off the head, just like a coupe
What you wanna do? we can
choppa gon blow yo whole face off
Got it by da pound
Shooting at dese niggas got me feel like I'm JR
I'm shootin out rounds
Yeh
Don't run up yeah run
tryna catch a mon
We really on go we he at
Tryna knock off his off his kufi and cap
Nigga died w a pole on his lap
He bitch tryn eat up da guys ina trap
a show room
In a drop top, White Palazzo Sneakers
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah
Woah
Chandelier glistening off the top
All White party better Pull up
Boys play it now
When we coming for yo issue wodie lay it down
cause if you don't you done piss me clean off
Ya history dog believe 50 shots gone set it
could never wife a nun
(Respect)need a thong or ride? I ca buy ya 1
At da mall, U ca swipe da gun
Shine brighter by da sun
Think I found a tighter 1
I
Chevy on my head rest how ya feel? I feel good
Chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks
Dope boy get fresh
nigga
I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns
I'm
fuck then head out
Came in this bitch to deep
And they tryna keep peace
Don't give a fuck we still won't Spread out
On my way to the top is there Now
And she give me head like a Durag
Skirt off da lot, bitch I just copped I new jag
Been ina da kitchen, you know dat I do dat
Been on da block, like
a dot on yo top exclamation mark
Shoot a nigga in the mouth get sum braces for em
Dome shot tear his face apart
Funny thing is dat ain't even da
was lost
Now watch me bussdown my favorite G-shock
I ain't wanna lip lock but she caught by shock
Told her fuck a entry level let's skip to da top
(Pow!)
Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo' brain
get you open on top for some What What! nigga take that
I'm in some shit is done, when it
hit ha n ha friend
Wait, no Im bappin Kjayy hit da friend
Nigga stop cappin', you never did shit
If yo homie talk brazy, we hittin' his head
Homie talk
Let's go
How ya doin'? I'm word and I work a nine to five
Barely getting by and I'm rapping for ya'll on the side
Yeah, I'm broke with a dream
gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous)
Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go 'head and take one
I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum
My day won't get better giving head to me
Unless Yu got a head of some lettuce for me
Mozzarella extra cheddar da cheese
Shit getting real we gone
throw off my vibe
Stay giving me signs
Ain't letting you f*** up my scent
If I call you my b****
I'm f****** you good
I know about throbbing yo clit
You
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
like my nappy head under my bonnet
Plug ya with lockdown bars hittin' hard like chronic
Shit'll make ya lift off like rockets
Give you that mad energy
gotta put in work
i'm tryin see what it is ma
off top you know u gotta
swallow some kids ma
my fault i ain't mean to disrespect u Sister
but da
on lock
Free that nigga muwop
Don’t lack on yo block
Otherwise you gettin sent to the top
——
They callin me top
Niggas get dropped on the spot
Free that
im from The same block unfortunate nigga
Surrounded by havenots if you show Your stash spot you better off dead
Put a hole in ya head top
Bowlegged
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