Top Ten

Hate a nigga acting like he thuggin but he ain't
Had your cousin pull tha move, guess that's something that you caint
Bitches faint, got the canes in the party when i step in
Kappa, alpha, blood, it dont matter what you reppin
Techs in, boys this aint no foul, it'll make you fly
Think im larry bird, get to shooting, put you in the sky
Aiming for yo eye, matter fact take his head off
Got a mask but it's lumpy, imma take his dreads off
Bitch im top ten, known to get these packs off
Cuttin rats off, real niggas take they hats off
Me and brother watch you goofy niggas, had a laugh off
Think im handicap i cant stand yall
Got a million reasons that a nigga finna risk it all
When it come down to it, im the one they always call
Got a million reasons when they need you, you gon fall
Cause you aint made for that, nigga not at all

Took a lot of Ls from mothafuckas wanna run they mouth
Ion give a fuck, keep it stitch, ion never pout
Took a lot of shit from mothafuckas and aint make it out
You looking silly, what that shit about
Took a lot of Ls from mothafuckas wanna run they mouth
Ion give a fuck, keep it stitch, ion never pout
Took a lot of shit from mothafuckas and aint make it out
You looking silly, what that shit about

Pack a nigga out in these cleats dont play for greenbay
He say, she say, all talking till that heat spray
Quezay, now yo nigga sick, why did he play?
You better answer that
Imma get this pack and get it off like a quarterback
A flag on the feild
What you mean i aint right, give a fuck how they feel
They wasnt there for me
So why should i give a pass to a nigga, please
I guess im not a quarterback
Imma aim this bitch real high till his shoulders crack
Think he need a neckbrace
Imma get the whole bag from her, i dont cupcake
You be on the phone with the bitty, when you up late
I be on the road after hours, cause i move weight
Got me feeling like a strongman, knock of yo toupee



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Writer(s): Lawrence Bellow
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