Top Notch
Switch the jeep out for a track hawk
Not a bitch ridin wit me gone backtalk
Dropped some ice on my bitch like Jack Frost
You'll never see me asking what that cost
Switch the jeep out for a track hawk
Not a bitch ridin wit me gone backtalk
Dropped some ice on my bitch like Jack Frost
You'll never see me asking what that cost
Really swimming with the sharks jumped in that water like a yacht
I'm at Phipps drunk had to ask my bitch what I bought
I might switch up
Na I'm in that big rolls truck
And you know it's going up when it's up then it's stuck
Spent yo whole check on my wifey hair and nails
All this pape it's like I'm sorting through the mail
I zip the mylar bag it still smells
My homie did a 20 piece he ain't tell
Keep the shake in the bag it still sell
Finesse a nigga for a play I sold kale
Pockets overweight I'm looking for a scale
Said you got 3 for a P then its a deal
Moved to Houston I'm the king of the hill
Don't leave the crib unless I'm finna make a sale
Need a punch my nigga here his name Darryl
Oops my fault I think I fucked ya main girl
I put Detroit up on my back like I'm the mayor
Hit Givenchy and grab 4 or 5 pair
Make em sick they like ouu that ain't fair
The way I'm spending coulda dropped a Panamera
Not a bitch ridin wit me gone backtalk
Dropped some ice on my bitch like Jack Frost
You'll never see me asking what that cost
Switch the jeep out for a track hawk
Not a bitch ridin wit me gone backtalk
Dropped some ice on my bitch like Jack Frost
You'll never see me asking what that cost
Really swimming with the sharks jumped in that water like a yacht
I'm at Phipps drunk had to ask my bitch what I bought
I might switch up
Na I'm in that big rolls truck
And you know it's going up when it's up then it's stuck
Spent yo whole check on my wifey hair and nails
All this pape it's like I'm sorting through the mail
I zip the mylar bag it still smells
My homie did a 20 piece he ain't tell
Keep the shake in the bag it still sell
Finesse a nigga for a play I sold kale
Pockets overweight I'm looking for a scale
Said you got 3 for a P then its a deal
Moved to Houston I'm the king of the hill
Don't leave the crib unless I'm finna make a sale
Need a punch my nigga here his name Darryl
Oops my fault I think I fucked ya main girl
I put Detroit up on my back like I'm the mayor
Hit Givenchy and grab 4 or 5 pair
Make em sick they like ouu that ain't fair
The way I'm spending coulda dropped a Panamera
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Writer(s): Chylie Watkins
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