To The Top

Damn, Z

My nigga heavy on the corner he bend blocks for real
I told him get up out that shit he said he gotta steal
I kind of get it it's the only way he'll get a meal, Ay

Knee deep in this shit don't loose your socks
I stay carrying a weapon I ain't talking bout no Glock
Put three hundred on his head it had him running to the cops
I never did this for the fame I only did it for the gwap
Issy wetting up his house man he done turned it to a swamp
Got my money wearing rubber, you would think my money fucks
Thinking bout where I done came from man I thought that I was stuck
Sat in class dreaming bout money you was hung up on a thot
Hold on, steady
Bag so full it's heavy
They just sent me the location I'm like bro you ready?
Nigga laughing on the line he said just send the addy
Shawty yelling in my face I'm thinking why you petty

Ay, ay, ay
Get to the top of this shit
Niggas they all my dick
Four by four real big, got a young nigga riding the back of the whip
Telling my brother to get on the grind
I don't know why the fuck he cry bout a bitch, huh?
Big Benz truck
We just fucked
Trying to finish all my lyrics without double cups
Ay come here Shakeel man I need you to pour it up, pour it up
Make sure that you got some ice up in the cup

He think he slick but I'm stacking the cheddar
I know you go hard but you know that I'm better
Bitch playing them games like a jit I won't let her
Oh he wanna fight let me take of my sweater
I sting with a swing knock him down like Mayweather
Oh you want your bitch? Well you better come get her
I come with bad weather, you cry bout a bitch I forget her
I'm with my bros and you know it's forever

Damn, we get the money, yeah we get the paper
Make sure that you doing it all for the label
If you ain't fucking with me now come back later
Ugly ass hoe told her stay there
Boy talking shit man he ain't on my radar
Ballin' so hard you might think I'm a Laker
I'm late for a show man I'll see your ass later
I got all the smoke I ain't talking bout vapers