Top Tier

Oh woah woah woah woah
Oh woah woah woah woah

No you can't be my friend
I just pop a and count my bands (Counting racks)
No we can't let you in
I just rolled a blunt I'll smoke you then (I'm smoking you then)

My bitch top tier, got me fucking on a star
Bitch I'm not here, I been poppin' all these bars
Told the bitch I really woulda, I been sippin' wok in the Benz I just pulled up
I'm moving in silence, bitch you fuckin' with a man
No you cannot talk to me you acting like a fan
I just hit my bitch and now she put me on her friends
I just hit me bitch and now she wanna go again

No you can't be my friend
I just pop a and count my bands (Counting racks)
No we can't let you in
I just rolled a blunt I'll smoke you then
Yeah I'm turnt up
Know I gotta bitch I cant flirt up (No I can't)
Why you hit me up you so bored oh (What you doing)
Thinkin' imma fuck that's a no no
Girl you said you in love so just give me your throat
I wanted it all but I know I do the most
And everytime we fuck I know I feel like the GOAT
I hit it from the back I got her touching her toes
Touching her toes, my wrist on froze
Yeah you should know I'm blessed they got me wiping my nose
My new bitch treat me good no I'm not wifing a hoe
Addicted to the weed no I'm not doing no coke

No you can't be my friend (No you can't)
I just pop a and count my bands (Counting racks)
No we can't let you in
I just rolled a blunt I'll smoke you then (Yeah)
My bitch top tier, got me fucking on a star
Bitch I'm not here, I been poppin' all these bars
Told the bitch I really woulda, I been sippin' wok in the Benz I just pulled up

Oh woah woah woah woah
Oh woah woah woah woah
I love my life, I love it a lot

I'll fuck on your bitch, I do what I want
Fuck you talkin' bout, I do what I want
Everything good, shout out to God



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Writer(s): Bill Lench
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