Top of the Red
Yea
Yea
Top of the red
Top in the bed
Top of the morning
On top for money
Top of the bread
And to top it off
I need cherrys on top to top it off
My lil Cherie got serious bop
She pop it off
I pops it off
Yea the kicks still on
Your socks is off
Lil metaphor
What I met her for
Chicks in towels throwing checks when we check in the door
Chicken tacos when we check in the Mexican store
Check it
Who you think you checking
Who you thing playing chess with
Say with it with your chest than
Nights driving back from Chester I think to myself
Thinking if it even worth thinking of
Thinking of her
Thinking bout it
Light up smoke and start drinking about it
Throw my keys in the ignition
Hit the road and start dipping around em
I start to think about the different outcomes
And how come
They don't come back from
Where we came out from
I count up
Who I can count
Who got the crown on
Same niggers who put the town on
You put the doubt on
Guess it should've been you
To bad y'all niggers out there hating
We could've been cool
And this could've been school
Yea
Class of the freshest
They jack the team
Everyday it's Friday when we see freshman's in magazines
Laundromat rapping we spin em clean
Y'all can split
The team still on a mission we split the screen nigger
Yea
Yea
Top of the red
Top in the bed
Top of the morning
On top for money
Top of the bread
And to top it off
I need cherrys on top to top it off
My lil Cherie got serious bop
She pop it off
I pops it off
Yea the kicks still on
Your socks is off
Lil metaphor
What I met her for
Chicks in towels throwing checks when we check in the door
Chicken tacos when we check in the Mexican store
Check it
Who you think you checking
Who you thing playing chess with
Say with it with your chest than
Nights driving back from Chester I think to myself
Thinking if it even worth thinking of
Thinking of her
Thinking bout it
Light up smoke and start drinking about it
Throw my keys in the ignition
Hit the road and start dipping around em
I start to think about the different outcomes
And how come
They don't come back from
Where we came out from
I count up
Who I can count
Who got the crown on
Same niggers who put the town on
You put the doubt on
Guess it should've been you
To bad y'all niggers out there hating
We could've been cool
And this could've been school
Yea
Class of the freshest
They jack the team
Everyday it's Friday when we see freshman's in magazines
Laundromat rapping we spin em clean
Y'all can split
The team still on a mission we split the screen nigger
Yea
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Stgilles
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