TOP (feat. Yung Metrooo)

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)