The Top
Tuh tuh tuh
She ask where I'm going I told her the top
She ask where I'm going I told her the block
She ask where I'm going I told her
I'm going wherever I need to get rich on the spot
Count up the bands Kuz I need me a lot
We only got beef Kuz these bums tryna plot
I hit me a route I aint come from the pots
I hate when it's beef but I love me a chop
I'm jus trying live a xo tour life
Rich mind can't expect no poor life
Hit my knees pray to god need more life
Why the bitch play games like fortnite
We got so much drank need more ice
I might drop my necklace inside ah the cup
I might jus be reckless inside of the club
You want competition compete w ya buds
Kuz broski I'm outta yo lane
Lately I pray for the rain
I guess I'm jus sick ah all of the fake love that been coming my way
I got this lul ting I call her my tuck
I give her a ring she come over we fuck
Then don't speak again till I'm missing her guts
Then it crossed my mind tht one day she'll be cuffed
And really thats why I just don't got no trust
Kuz I disrespected the Pussy he love
And when he had next I was fucking it up
I need me a virgin who never been touched
Her body like gold tht collected some dust
She getting a rush Whenever I touch
Breaking her down then I'm counting it up
Breaking her down then I'm counting it up
She ask where I'm going I told her the top
She ask where I'm going I told her the block
She ask where I'm going I told her
I'm going wherever I need to get rich on the spot
Count up the bands Kuz I need me a lot
We only got beef Kuz these bums tryna plot
I hit me a route Ian come from the pots
I hate when it's beef but I love me a chop
Don't like to smoke but I'll pop me a bar
Barely like whippin but love foreign cars
My mind going crazy I aim for the stars
Why the fuck would I settle when I can live large
Momma be telling me think realistic
But think realistic won't get you a milly
Trey drip with out rap it just sound kinda silly
If yo bitch was badder she might jus be with me
But I heard she average and average aint litty
Party with gang she jus drove to the city
She like us because of the life tht we living
I took me a risk I'm jus happy I did it
Kuz some ppl steady for wait for the bag
If you ask me then tht shit a red flag
If you chase it you can never be last
But once you catch it jus be careful they mad
Play my music bring 'em back to the pad
Yeah
Play my music bring 'em back to the pad
She ask where I'm going I told her the top
She ask where I'm going I told her the block
She ask where I'm going I told her
I'm going wherever I need to get rich on the spot
Count up the bands Kuz I need me a lot
We only got beef Kuz these bums tryna plot
I hit me a route I aint come from the pots
I hate when it's beef but I love me a chop
I'm jus trying live a xo tour life
Rich mind can't expect no poor life
Hit my knees pray to god need more life
Why the bitch play games like fortnite
We got so much drank need more ice
I might drop my necklace inside ah the cup
I might jus be reckless inside of the club
You want competition compete w ya buds
Kuz broski I'm outta yo lane
Lately I pray for the rain
I guess I'm jus sick ah all of the fake love that been coming my way
I got this lul ting I call her my tuck
I give her a ring she come over we fuck
Then don't speak again till I'm missing her guts
Then it crossed my mind tht one day she'll be cuffed
And really thats why I just don't got no trust
Kuz I disrespected the Pussy he love
And when he had next I was fucking it up
I need me a virgin who never been touched
Her body like gold tht collected some dust
She getting a rush Whenever I touch
Breaking her down then I'm counting it up
Breaking her down then I'm counting it up
She ask where I'm going I told her the top
She ask where I'm going I told her the block
She ask where I'm going I told her
I'm going wherever I need to get rich on the spot
Count up the bands Kuz I need me a lot
We only got beef Kuz these bums tryna plot
I hit me a route Ian come from the pots
I hate when it's beef but I love me a chop
Don't like to smoke but I'll pop me a bar
Barely like whippin but love foreign cars
My mind going crazy I aim for the stars
Why the fuck would I settle when I can live large
Momma be telling me think realistic
But think realistic won't get you a milly
Trey drip with out rap it just sound kinda silly
If yo bitch was badder she might jus be with me
But I heard she average and average aint litty
Party with gang she jus drove to the city
She like us because of the life tht we living
I took me a risk I'm jus happy I did it
Kuz some ppl steady for wait for the bag
If you ask me then tht shit a red flag
If you chase it you can never be last
But once you catch it jus be careful they mad
Play my music bring 'em back to the pad
Yeah
Play my music bring 'em back to the pad
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Grappin
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