Off Da Top (feat. FellaGang Don)

Aye
I was always the hooper surrounded by killers
And now imma rapper and I gotta be realer
I doing raps and posting up trillers my bars is sick and u know they get illa
I'm tryna make it and take care of my niggas my niggas gone eat while I'm gettin richer
I'm gettin richer
I'm tryna stay onna grind while I'm up chasing these figures aye

Young nigga from the Chi uh
Text but I don't reply uh
Reminiscing about the low uh
So I gotta stay high uh
Bro stick to the code uh
One call they gone slide uh
I don't chase these hoes uh
Unless she a dime wait

Quano yeah I get all the the guapos
If a nigga want beef I got tacos
And these shells I aim at yo top doe
You thinkin you hot but you not doe
Yo bitch on my dick and she swallow
You niggas cant rap nigga stop bro
Yeah I beat the beat like Apollo

Its bussin
Yeah Quano be cooking no oven
I beat the beat like percussion
And these niggas not up on nothing
I race to the paper no Russian
I get to the bank Tim Duncan
I pull on his block now he runnin
And nigga shouldn't push the button (Don)

It's bussing ak's came from Russian
Get on bitch u discusting
If you check the score u know they bluffing
When they killed my dawg it really touch me

Don't come around cause it up there
Lotta blood shit know it's stuck there
Where I catch em at he be left there
Have Mike n C beat em up stairs

Big don walk up on the crowd with a big gun
They all gotta die ain't no which one
Do it for the guys can't forget my son
These bullets kind of thick like acorns

Niggas don't slide all these fake story's
My oops been bitched moral of the story
Ugh what what you say

Tired of these niggas dissing onna gang
I done seen that film how they left his brains
Say they ain't seen me out heard they think I changed
Bounce out the whip get a nigga change



Credits
Writer(s): Daquan K Griffin, Robert Snead
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