Topic (feat. DB.Boutabag)

Ten toes down for my brothers how I'm rocking I say you my nigga then you know you really locked in Brother shoot like Harden when he pop it with that rocket Can ask around the city cuz they know who really popping Balling on a budget niggas really needa stop it Might go take a trip so I can chill up in the tropics All about that chicken I be fuckin up my profits I ain't tryna talk if it ain't money as the topic Hundred K in cash these niggas see I got my check up Racks up in my pockets bitches seeing that I'm flexed up Why these niggas plotting cuz they knowing that we next up Rest In Peace my brothers I be feeling like I'm blessed up Stay up on the curb if you ain't ready for the street shit Like I said before, ain't even beefing I'm on defense Niggas love to talk so all that capping you can keep it Run up playing tough and that's exactly where we leave em Swimming with the sharks so baby come into the deep end Giuseppes when I'm stepping baby nah this ain't no cheap shit I be spending thousands when I'm shopping up in Neiman's If you ever dubbed me that's a L and you can keep it Watch who you call bro cuz niggas switching like the seasons Never been the type to switch a hundred Ima keep it All my life been grinding so that Rollie man I need it And you can keep the love cuz keep it real nah it don't mean shit Ten toes down for my brothers how I'm rocking I say you my nigga then you know you really locked in Brother shoot like Harden when he pop it with that rocket Can ask around the city cuz they know who really popping Balling on a budget niggas really needa stop it Might go take a trip so I can chill up in the tropics All about that chicken I be fuckin up my profits I ain't tryna talk if it ain't money as the topic (I'm Boutabag you gotta ask me) I ain't tryna talk if you ain't talking bout no cash And this bitch she so bad And it's like half of 360 on this dash I just hope I don't crash Niggas talking money bags but they sitting on they ass We ain't have no options now it's lobster with the crab Left my last option now that bitch she so sad But she broke like her dad Brother copped the 550 he was tired of that jag All these bitches on the gram thick with no ass Ima come in first place I don't like to come in last You chasing bitches nigga I was ditching class You was in the bleachers nigga I was in the grass That's why you sitting on yo ass All these bitches on me cuz they see these money bags Two klocks switching lanes bitch I hope I don't crash