Top Dog
Aye, aye, bitch
I got shootas to my right and they guns about to pop off
Gucci on my body I ain't wearin fuckin knock off
I feel like a rocket how I'm boutta fuckin take off
Don't worry bout me mama, in the streets they call me top dog
Bitch I'm a dog and I'm lookin for food
And if you ain't ready I'm comin for you
Duckin the feds yeah they stay on the crew
We stackin our feta we stackin our blues
I'm feeling deadly when my anger brew
I post with the gang yeah I stay with my dudes
My stick it go bang, it go grrd boom
You talkin so tough then I'll clear out the room
Shootas to my right and they guns about to pop off
Gucci on my body I ain't wearin fuckin knock off
I feel like a rocket how I'm boutta fuckin take off
Don't worry bout me mama, in the streets they call me top dog
We whippin in the foreign and we lane switched
I can't be the dude whos ever fuckin with a lame bitch
Dummy talkin tough, no I don't think he speak my language
Ima pull up with my shooters and we'll leave him fuckin brainless
Aye, now he brainless, your bitch she need a face lift
Pull up with the steel, bitch, and I ain't talkin stainless
Bitch I'm shameless
I don't talk about my life like that shit was fuckin painless, yeah
Bitch I'm a dog and I'm lookin for food
And if you ain't ready I'm comin for you
Duckin the feds yeah they stay on the crew
We stackin our feta we stackin our blues
I'm feeling deadly when my anger brew
I post with the gang yeah I stay with my dudes
My stick it go bang, it go grrd boom
You talkin so tough then I'll clear out the room
Shootas to my right and they guns about to pop off
Gucci on my body I ain't wearin fuckin knock off
I feel like a rocket how I'm boutta fuckin take off
Don't worry bout me mama, in the streets they call me top dog
Bitch I'm a dog like a mothafuckin bloodhound
You talkin too tough then I'll hit you with a slug round
Heard someone behind me? Yeah you know that I spun round'
I'm ullin out the stick all you hearin is the gun sounds
Pickin up the shottys and we fill em up with slugs
Bitch I'm posted with the demons, yeah you know I stay with thugs
Yeah we flippin hella packs, bitch you know that we the plugs
And even though I'm in my J's, I'll squash you like a bug
I got shootas to my right and they guns about to pop off
Gucci on my body I ain't wearin fuckin knock off
I feel like a rocket how I'm boutta fuckin take off
Don't worry bout me mama, in the streets they call me top dog
Bitch I'm a dog and I'm lookin for food
And if you ain't ready I'm comin for you
Duckin the feds yeah they stay on the crew
We stackin our feta we stackin our blues
I'm feeling deadly when my anger brew
I post with the gang yeah I stay with my dudes
My stick it go bang, it go grrd boom
You talkin so tough then I'll clear out the room
Shootas to my right and they guns about to pop off
Gucci on my body I ain't wearin fuckin knock off
I feel like a rocket how I'm boutta fuckin take off
Don't worry bout me mama, in the streets they call me top dog
We whippin in the foreign and we lane switched
I can't be the dude whos ever fuckin with a lame bitch
Dummy talkin tough, no I don't think he speak my language
Ima pull up with my shooters and we'll leave him fuckin brainless
Aye, now he brainless, your bitch she need a face lift
Pull up with the steel, bitch, and I ain't talkin stainless
Bitch I'm shameless
I don't talk about my life like that shit was fuckin painless, yeah
Bitch I'm a dog and I'm lookin for food
And if you ain't ready I'm comin for you
Duckin the feds yeah they stay on the crew
We stackin our feta we stackin our blues
I'm feeling deadly when my anger brew
I post with the gang yeah I stay with my dudes
My stick it go bang, it go grrd boom
You talkin so tough then I'll clear out the room
Shootas to my right and they guns about to pop off
Gucci on my body I ain't wearin fuckin knock off
I feel like a rocket how I'm boutta fuckin take off
Don't worry bout me mama, in the streets they call me top dog
Bitch I'm a dog like a mothafuckin bloodhound
You talkin too tough then I'll hit you with a slug round
Heard someone behind me? Yeah you know that I spun round'
I'm ullin out the stick all you hearin is the gun sounds
Pickin up the shottys and we fill em up with slugs
Bitch I'm posted with the demons, yeah you know I stay with thugs
Yeah we flippin hella packs, bitch you know that we the plugs
And even though I'm in my J's, I'll squash you like a bug
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Writer(s): Jasen Line
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