Drop Da' Top
Ha damn they know I'm back on my bullshit though yamean'
It's Tom damn (Laugh)
I'm high ashit' we smoking za' yeah damn
Damn it's Tom wait damn
And I'm still posted on the 9 lil bitch aye
Pullup I got time too yeah yeah
Look I'm posted on the block, tryna' duck the narcs bitch I'm tryna duck the cops
Tryna ride in a foreign, bitch I'm tryna drop da' top
Look play if you want, feel the shots from this glock uh
Shots coming hot yea'
Light em' up, yea' that boy now he fried
He a spliff, put that boy in the sky
Look hit em' one low, hit em' one high (Look)
Played wit' his life now that boy he gotta' die
Now he gotta' die, put em' in the ground
Wait now he can't slide, he got hit wit' the pound
Now he ask why, but that lil' nigga drowned
Tell that thot bitch bye, I don't wanna' be found
Pussy how you sound?
Hit em' in his shit, wait now he got a frown
Bitch where ya' nose at, cause you look like a clown
Got this big ass glick, stick at least 30 rounds
Shit a wet up ya gown
He said he was wit' it, but I know he ain't bout' it
Look stackin' up my bands bitch I need me a profit
Wait, flexin' all that money bitch it's cool you ain't got it (Damn)
I need rubber-band shit don't fit in a wallet
Wait I need bands bussin' out the bank
Look he ain't sail his ship, so the shit sank
Wait nigga you a bitch, pussy where ya' rank
12 ask me sign my name, damn gotta' leave it blank(Damn uh)
But you the type nigga that's gon' sing
Bitches follow lead, bitch you on a string
That bitch wanna be wife, bitch you was a fling
She get hit for the night, then she don't get no ring
Damn then she don't get no ring, can't be on the team
We got it out the mud, mix sprite wit' the lean and
I was up lamping, niggas thought I was sleep
We was on his block lurkin', I was creepin' wit' the heat
You ain't saying shit (What?), why you even speak
Rats catch clips (Huh?), I think I heard a squeak
Throw him in a ditch (Yeah), hang em' by his feet
Oh da' bitch playing tricks, well you in for a treat
Bitch can't take dick, so I turn her to a eat
Try touch my wrist, you get layed in the street
Get punched wit' a fist, he got hit in his teeth
Ran off wit' his bitch, oh damn I'm a thief
He got hit wit' a switch, he got knocked out his sneaks
On dick she do splits, yea ya' bitch she a freak
I don't fuck wit' a snitch, he gon' tell when it's beef
Bitch I wanna' be rich, all I see is the green(Damn wait)
All I see is money, damn all I see is bags
Wait tryna get it fast, tryna skurt in a jag
And I let him see my face uh, I don't need no mask
And you try to get away, put them shootas' on his ass
Look I'm posted on the block, tryna' duck the narcs bitch I'm tryna duck the cops
Tryna ride in a foreign, bitch I'm tryna drop da' top
Look play if you want, feel the shots from this glock uh
Shots coming hot yea'
Light em' up, yea' that boy now he fried
He a spliff, put that boy in the sky
Look hit em' one low, hit em' one high (Look)
Played wit' his life now that boy he gotta' die
Gotta' die
Damnnnn
It's Tom wait
And I'm still posted on the 9 lil bitch damn
Pullup I got time too
Damn skurt skurt damn
It's Tom damn (Laugh)
I'm high ashit' we smoking za' yeah damn
Damn it's Tom wait damn
And I'm still posted on the 9 lil bitch aye
Pullup I got time too yeah yeah
Look I'm posted on the block, tryna' duck the narcs bitch I'm tryna duck the cops
Tryna ride in a foreign, bitch I'm tryna drop da' top
Look play if you want, feel the shots from this glock uh
Shots coming hot yea'
Light em' up, yea' that boy now he fried
He a spliff, put that boy in the sky
Look hit em' one low, hit em' one high (Look)
Played wit' his life now that boy he gotta' die
Now he gotta' die, put em' in the ground
Wait now he can't slide, he got hit wit' the pound
Now he ask why, but that lil' nigga drowned
Tell that thot bitch bye, I don't wanna' be found
Pussy how you sound?
Hit em' in his shit, wait now he got a frown
Bitch where ya' nose at, cause you look like a clown
Got this big ass glick, stick at least 30 rounds
Shit a wet up ya gown
He said he was wit' it, but I know he ain't bout' it
Look stackin' up my bands bitch I need me a profit
Wait, flexin' all that money bitch it's cool you ain't got it (Damn)
I need rubber-band shit don't fit in a wallet
Wait I need bands bussin' out the bank
Look he ain't sail his ship, so the shit sank
Wait nigga you a bitch, pussy where ya' rank
12 ask me sign my name, damn gotta' leave it blank(Damn uh)
But you the type nigga that's gon' sing
Bitches follow lead, bitch you on a string
That bitch wanna be wife, bitch you was a fling
She get hit for the night, then she don't get no ring
Damn then she don't get no ring, can't be on the team
We got it out the mud, mix sprite wit' the lean and
I was up lamping, niggas thought I was sleep
We was on his block lurkin', I was creepin' wit' the heat
You ain't saying shit (What?), why you even speak
Rats catch clips (Huh?), I think I heard a squeak
Throw him in a ditch (Yeah), hang em' by his feet
Oh da' bitch playing tricks, well you in for a treat
Bitch can't take dick, so I turn her to a eat
Try touch my wrist, you get layed in the street
Get punched wit' a fist, he got hit in his teeth
Ran off wit' his bitch, oh damn I'm a thief
He got hit wit' a switch, he got knocked out his sneaks
On dick she do splits, yea ya' bitch she a freak
I don't fuck wit' a snitch, he gon' tell when it's beef
Bitch I wanna' be rich, all I see is the green(Damn wait)
All I see is money, damn all I see is bags
Wait tryna get it fast, tryna skurt in a jag
And I let him see my face uh, I don't need no mask
And you try to get away, put them shootas' on his ass
Look I'm posted on the block, tryna' duck the narcs bitch I'm tryna duck the cops
Tryna ride in a foreign, bitch I'm tryna drop da' top
Look play if you want, feel the shots from this glock uh
Shots coming hot yea'
Light em' up, yea' that boy now he fried
He a spliff, put that boy in the sky
Look hit em' one low, hit em' one high (Look)
Played wit' his life now that boy he gotta' die
Gotta' die
Damnnnn
It's Tom wait
And I'm still posted on the 9 lil bitch damn
Pullup I got time too
Damn skurt skurt damn
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Writer(s): Tommy Gunz
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