Pipe Down

We in the studio, Topher big timing
Send a hit on the opp now ya bitch riding
Pull up with the fucking mop shit
Let the Nina hit
Tecs with the sticks, yeah he stay packing

Topher don't play with that bullshit (Yuh)
Fuck around get your whole body laced up with the full clip
Ain't no witnesses when I'm rollin'
What you told him
Hit you with the glock
Yeah, it's stolen

Twelve pulled up
Topher gotta stay silent
Got the Nina on my hip
Yeah she riding
Who gonna die
Topher, yeah he deciding
Send three shots on the opp (Yuh)

Where ya boys at bitch
They hushed up
Give me five more seconds
To get my bucks up
Where ya boys at, bitch they quiet
In the studio late night rhyming
You stay a fool, bro always driving
But you ain't got me hit yet (Yeah)
Bitch I really been best
You better get yo head checked
Pop off on a bench press
Then cop another Benz
Yes, I'm a secret, you better leave it
You make SoundCloud rap, I make even
You all shout loud while we creepin' (Ay)
This my off-season (Yuh)

Nah fuck that, we gonna send a blitz
Ain't conservative, all these bitches gettin' hit
Talkin' bout these streets, these streets is talkative
Askin' where Topher been, Topher off the grid

Bitch I'm throwing dimes like I'm Tom Brady
Yeah it's Topher bitch and you know you gotta pay me
Gave birth to the game like I'm mother Mary
Winnin' so much that it's getting kinda scary
Been rough spending nights all alone in the pen
When the opps see Topher, yeah you know they ran
Tellin' Topher locked out, nah you locked in
Hardest in the game, yeah it's me
I'm him

Topher attacking the opps
Every single day, yeah he shooting (Bow, bow)