DentHead
Hol' on, hol' on
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Ah, uh, gang
Baow
(D-Roc)
Let's do it
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Bitch, you better not step on top my motherfuckin' shoes, huh
Let a bitch think they can play with Top, gon' make the news
I brought my whole fuckin' crew
They dumb, I'm tryna see what you gon' do (dumb shit)
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Murciélago steppin', my Giuseppes I bought blue
I'm in here, who gon' stretch me? Know my five snuck his tool
Soon as I point, know he gon' shoot, that's how he do, that be my dude
Northsider proof, yeah, yeah
Soon as we see him, we stop this bitch, hop out
They hatin', they better stop that shit, can't stop, they know I'm hot now
This money, got a lot of it, go tell 'em play that Top sound (play that Top sound)
Shorty wan' fuck me, say she love me, know that I'm thuggin', I ain't goin' for nothin'
I push the button, it turn out ugly, I say, "Fuck it, it's a murder scene"
Doped up, and I'm screamin', "Free my cousin," gone off plenty lean
Shorty wanna chill, but I can't right now
I've been rollin' off them pills and I can't think right now
Let a nigga play, he gon' get killed, I'm out the window hangin' out
We bang it out, tryna knock 'em out, bitch, close your mouth, yeah
This TEC connect, you hit the deck, they roll you out, yeah
Know that we grimy than a motherfucker
Fuck him, let his mama love him
Ayy, five, we slimed the stupid motherfucker
Tryna keep his head above water
We plucked him, better learn how to swim or you in trouble (bitch, ha)
Bitch, I know one thing, you better not motherfuckin' play with me
Leave your brain on the side, you with your head bust up inside the streets
All my niggas stand on business, I'll die for them, know they'll die for me
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Bitch, you better not step on top my motherfuckin' shoes, huh
Let a bitch think they can play with Top, gon' make the news
I brought my whole fuckin' crew
They dumb, I'm tryna see what you gon' do
Shorty wanna chill, but I can't right now
I've been rollin' off them pills and I can't think right now
Let a nigga play, he gon' get killed, I'm out the window hangin' out
We bang it out, tryna knock 'em out, bitch, close your mouth, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Ah, uh, gang
Baow
(D-Roc)
Let's do it
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Bitch, you better not step on top my motherfuckin' shoes, huh
Let a bitch think they can play with Top, gon' make the news
I brought my whole fuckin' crew
They dumb, I'm tryna see what you gon' do (dumb shit)
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Murciélago steppin', my Giuseppes I bought blue
I'm in here, who gon' stretch me? Know my five snuck his tool
Soon as I point, know he gon' shoot, that's how he do, that be my dude
Northsider proof, yeah, yeah
Soon as we see him, we stop this bitch, hop out
They hatin', they better stop that shit, can't stop, they know I'm hot now
This money, got a lot of it, go tell 'em play that Top sound (play that Top sound)
Shorty wan' fuck me, say she love me, know that I'm thuggin', I ain't goin' for nothin'
I push the button, it turn out ugly, I say, "Fuck it, it's a murder scene"
Doped up, and I'm screamin', "Free my cousin," gone off plenty lean
Shorty wanna chill, but I can't right now
I've been rollin' off them pills and I can't think right now
Let a nigga play, he gon' get killed, I'm out the window hangin' out
We bang it out, tryna knock 'em out, bitch, close your mouth, yeah
This TEC connect, you hit the deck, they roll you out, yeah
Know that we grimy than a motherfucker
Fuck him, let his mama love him
Ayy, five, we slimed the stupid motherfucker
Tryna keep his head above water
We plucked him, better learn how to swim or you in trouble (bitch, ha)
Bitch, I know one thing, you better not motherfuckin' play with me
Leave your brain on the side, you with your head bust up inside the streets
All my niggas stand on business, I'll die for them, know they'll die for me
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Bitch, you better not step on top my motherfuckin' shoes, huh
Let a bitch think they can play with Top, gon' make the news
I brought my whole fuckin' crew
They dumb, I'm tryna see what you gon' do
Shorty wanna chill, but I can't right now
I've been rollin' off them pills and I can't think right now
Let a nigga play, he gon' get killed, I'm out the window hangin' out
We bang it out, tryna knock 'em out, bitch, close your mouth, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Jason Michael Goldberg
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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