Top Boy
Top boy, top boy, I'm the bad guy, she call me a hot boy
She wanna roll with a top boy I'm a top boy, top boy
I'm a top boy, lookin' like a hot boy
Fuck a red light, cause you know I won't stop
I send it out, let the raps do it, transport
Rappin' this fly shit ever since I wore the Jansport
Uh-huh, you know I get it in
This is a hurricane, you know I let it spin
I'm a top boy, cause I got drip
And the way that I kiss from my hips to her lips
Chit-chat, I'm hittin' it bingo
The way I light it up, she would think it's
a disco
Woah, you already snow
Top boy, Pape, yeah, let it go
Top boy, top boy, I'm the bad guy, she call me a hot boy
She wanna roll with a top boy I'm a top boy, top boy
Look, I just pull up in the finest
Leave a hater cold, now it's minus
My creed, cologne is in your sinus
You can't see me, but it's no blindness
Got it on me, I stay with the spliff
Shit, that's how I get to space with the ship
I'm heatin' up, yeah, sun scorchin'
Paid one to build, what security endorsement
Yeah, and I do it often
Why you lame niggas loftin'
Pape stay flossin'
Green light, hit her, no pausin, woah
Get ya papers up
Top boy, top boy, I'm the bad guy, she call me a hot boy
I'm a top boy, top boy
She wanna roll with a top boy I'm a top boy, top boy
I'm a top boy, lookin' like a hot boy
Fuck a red light, cause you know I won't stop
I send it out, let the raps do it, transport
Rappin' this fly shit ever since I wore the Jansport
Uh-huh, you know I get it in
This is a hurricane, you know I let it spin
I'm a top boy, cause I got drip
And the way that I kiss from my hips to her lips
Chit-chat, I'm hittin' it bingo
The way I light it up, she would think it's
a disco
Woah, you already snow
Top boy, Pape, yeah, let it go
Top boy, top boy, I'm the bad guy, she call me a hot boy
She wanna roll with a top boy I'm a top boy, top boy
Look, I just pull up in the finest
Leave a hater cold, now it's minus
My creed, cologne is in your sinus
You can't see me, but it's no blindness
Got it on me, I stay with the spliff
Shit, that's how I get to space with the ship
I'm heatin' up, yeah, sun scorchin'
Paid one to build, what security endorsement
Yeah, and I do it often
Why you lame niggas loftin'
Pape stay flossin'
Green light, hit her, no pausin, woah
Get ya papers up
Top boy, top boy, I'm the bad guy, she call me a hot boy
I'm a top boy, top boy
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Robertson
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Link
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