On Top
Tippin' on top, do know drip is on lock
Group hoe sniffin' on rock, crew fill the whole lot
Hublot lit the whole block
Who tote/liftin' those Glocks, who peelin' those shots
Mucho pimpin' those thots
Glucose slippin' you talk, who's pinnacle pop
Tell me who pinnacle pop
Movin' through the (Uh)
Jonny pulled the top down, bitch in the back
Know she got her top down, chin on my sack
Hoe you know we finna pop out, clip in the Mac
If we had a fall out, stay little bitch
Better stay over there, got the bankroll in here
Brangin' in the bread, got the Panko in here
If the opp send shots oh the gang gon' appear
Gang gon' appear then it's angels in here
Know I'm quick to cut a bitch off
Bet I do it 'fore she bouta suck a dick off
All that pillow talkin' really got my shit soft plus
I ain't with a biddy smellin' like fish, naw
Bet she gonna kick rocks bitch I'm tippin' on top
Do know drip is on lock
Group hoe sniffin' on rock, crew fill the whole lot...
Hublot
Tippin' on top, do know drip is on lock
Group hoe sniffin' on rock, crew fill the whole lot
Hublot lit the whole block
Who tote/liftin' those glocks, who peelin' those shots
Mucho pimpin' those thots
Glucose slippin' you talk, who's pinnacle pop
Tell me who pinnacle pop, tell me who pinnacle pop
Tippin' on top, do know drip is on lock
Group hoe sniffin' on rock, crew fill the whole lot
Hublot lit the whole block
Who tote/liftin' those glocks, who peelin' those shots
Mucho pimpin' those thots
Glucose slippin' you talk, who's pinnacle pop
Tell me who pinnacle pop, tell me who pinnacle pop
Soon as I walk in that bitch, it get dirty
I need me a bird like Shakira & Fergie
Yeah tell me your homie who's rappin', I heard'em
We pull to his show and then leave and it's murder
Yeah who're you kidding?
Got me some shit imma do in the city
Need me a thot with big booty and titties
And her on the roof of the Benz yea it's litty
No really, a fly lil bitch
High as a bitch
Brodie rolled up, had to light up the stick
Lime in the zip
Got me zonin', had to light in the whip
Ride with the clique
All the brodies been here vibin' my shit
All the brodies been here vibin' my shit
All the brodies been here
Tippin' on top, do know drip is on lock
Group hoe sniffin' on rock, crew fill the whole lot
Hublot lit the whole block
Who tote/liftin' those Glocks, who peelin' those shots
Mucho pimpin' those thots
Glucose slippin' you talk, who's pinnacle pop
Tell me who pinnacle pop, tell me who pinnacle pop
Group hoe sniffin' on rock, crew fill the whole lot
Hublot lit the whole block
Who tote/liftin' those Glocks, who peelin' those shots
Mucho pimpin' those thots
Glucose slippin' you talk, who's pinnacle pop
Tell me who pinnacle pop
Movin' through the (Uh)
Jonny pulled the top down, bitch in the back
Know she got her top down, chin on my sack
Hoe you know we finna pop out, clip in the Mac
If we had a fall out, stay little bitch
Better stay over there, got the bankroll in here
Brangin' in the bread, got the Panko in here
If the opp send shots oh the gang gon' appear
Gang gon' appear then it's angels in here
Know I'm quick to cut a bitch off
Bet I do it 'fore she bouta suck a dick off
All that pillow talkin' really got my shit soft plus
I ain't with a biddy smellin' like fish, naw
Bet she gonna kick rocks bitch I'm tippin' on top
Do know drip is on lock
Group hoe sniffin' on rock, crew fill the whole lot...
Hublot
Tippin' on top, do know drip is on lock
Group hoe sniffin' on rock, crew fill the whole lot
Hublot lit the whole block
Who tote/liftin' those glocks, who peelin' those shots
Mucho pimpin' those thots
Glucose slippin' you talk, who's pinnacle pop
Tell me who pinnacle pop, tell me who pinnacle pop
Tippin' on top, do know drip is on lock
Group hoe sniffin' on rock, crew fill the whole lot
Hublot lit the whole block
Who tote/liftin' those glocks, who peelin' those shots
Mucho pimpin' those thots
Glucose slippin' you talk, who's pinnacle pop
Tell me who pinnacle pop, tell me who pinnacle pop
Soon as I walk in that bitch, it get dirty
I need me a bird like Shakira & Fergie
Yeah tell me your homie who's rappin', I heard'em
We pull to his show and then leave and it's murder
Yeah who're you kidding?
Got me some shit imma do in the city
Need me a thot with big booty and titties
And her on the roof of the Benz yea it's litty
No really, a fly lil bitch
High as a bitch
Brodie rolled up, had to light up the stick
Lime in the zip
Got me zonin', had to light in the whip
Ride with the clique
All the brodies been here vibin' my shit
All the brodies been here vibin' my shit
All the brodies been here
Tippin' on top, do know drip is on lock
Group hoe sniffin' on rock, crew fill the whole lot
Hublot lit the whole block
Who tote/liftin' those Glocks, who peelin' those shots
Mucho pimpin' those thots
Glucose slippin' you talk, who's pinnacle pop
Tell me who pinnacle pop, tell me who pinnacle pop
Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Francesco Egizii, David Nicholas Musumeci, Michael Nicholas Tan, Johnny Ruffo
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