Straight 2 The Top
Vape in my sock, tape on the glock
Man I'm fresh off the clock blowin eighths on the block
He in the way but ain't no way we gon stop
Make it hot til it pop then it's straight to the top!
I'm out of state and I'm makin it rock
Got the weight, just bring me the guap
Your money off? Boy we trade em for chops
Makin drops til it's hot then we taking your spot
Lucky stars, yeah I'm wishin em
Wrap the packs up like presents then I'm kissing em
Pigs try to hit but they missing em
We gets em through, yeah it's due to repetition son
Since a youngsta I been doing missions
Still rollin up by dumpsters, right in the Mission
Look the part, stay above suspicion
Ask forgiveness I ain't never asked permission
Intuition you better feel, love will get you killed
No one's real, he was a gangsta til he made a deal
Keep your steel, play the field, watch who's on your heels
Cuz if they yappin they'll be clapping at you this time next year
With they vape in they sock, tape on they glock
Man they fresh off the clock tryna blow eighths on the block
You in the way? Ain't no way they gon stop
Make it pop til you drop then they taking your spot
Out of state and I'm making it rock
Got the weight, just bring me the guap
Your money off? Boy we trade em for chops
Makin drops til it's hot then it's straight to the top!
We send em out like...
And when they land we like...
Countin money like...
Straight to the top!
Man I'm fresh off the clock blowin eighths on the block
He in the way but ain't no way we gon stop
Make it hot til it pop then it's straight to the top!
I'm out of state and I'm makin it rock
Got the weight, just bring me the guap
Your money off? Boy we trade em for chops
Makin drops til it's hot then we taking your spot
Lucky stars, yeah I'm wishin em
Wrap the packs up like presents then I'm kissing em
Pigs try to hit but they missing em
We gets em through, yeah it's due to repetition son
Since a youngsta I been doing missions
Still rollin up by dumpsters, right in the Mission
Look the part, stay above suspicion
Ask forgiveness I ain't never asked permission
Intuition you better feel, love will get you killed
No one's real, he was a gangsta til he made a deal
Keep your steel, play the field, watch who's on your heels
Cuz if they yappin they'll be clapping at you this time next year
With they vape in they sock, tape on they glock
Man they fresh off the clock tryna blow eighths on the block
You in the way? Ain't no way they gon stop
Make it pop til you drop then they taking your spot
Out of state and I'm making it rock
Got the weight, just bring me the guap
Your money off? Boy we trade em for chops
Makin drops til it's hot then it's straight to the top!
We send em out like...
And when they land we like...
Countin money like...
Straight to the top!
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Writer(s): Sean Tokarz
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