Top Off / House Arrest
(Go, go, go)
(Go, go-oh)
(Bitch, haha)
(Woah, woah, oh, oh)
Pull up stuntin' (Stuntin')
Pull up showin' my whip off and I'm headhuntin' (Headhuntin')
Tryna get bro knocked off
Know I carry them sticks like I play Topgolf
Tryna get rich as fuck, and take the S class top off (Top off)
All of my niggas around me was on pop off (We was on pop off)
Bet we won't be the first ones to get knocked off (Get knocked off)
That big G27 knock his socks off (Big G27 knock his top off)
I been thinkin' 'bout cuttin' my locs off (I been thinkin' 'bout cuttin' my locs off, woah, ha)
You so special, you beautiful
Waiting for you to drop the lo'
I know you can drop it low, we in that presidential
I know you so comfortable, backseat ridin' in a S560
I know you wanna take yo' clothes off
Rolling up woods, yeah, back to back
My nigga in the Hellcat back to back
We ain't ridin' no scat packs
I wouldn't try to catch a handy, yeah
We in that fuckin' demon, baby
You know that she a demon, baby
She know that she drive me crazy
These fuckin' drugs, they got me lazy (Bitch, haha)
So much money muhfuckin' in this muhfuckin' life
So muhfuckin' amazing, I can't even get my words out
I know you heard that last bar, I'm goin' crazy
I'm a pimp, he a shrimp, pockets slim, I'm him
Bird business, fuck him, diamonds hit, on dim
Got rich, on dem, my fade, a temp, I'm cold, no temp'
My bitch, a ten, I ain't givin', no tips, I'm smashin', off rip
I'm stackin', my chips, pussy niggas, get clipped
These roxies, just shipped, in the clup, I'm VIP
Pussy nigga, don't diss, don't beef, just kill, yeah
She showed, her skills
Daroo, we pour him and they goat, we pour him, haha
(Bitch, haha)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ax go crazy, man)
Double R, Bird Business
Fuck the witness, uh
Come get me
I can't have my pole, I'm on house arrest
Fuck all these niggas, know I'm the best
Clear the business, get it off ya' chest
I'm just chillin' on bedrest
Hit at me, then I'ma hit back
Spin on us and we gon' spin back
Give a fuck what you sayin' on that damn track
Pussy bitch, come get yo' get back
Still on drugs, fuck the love, can't make this up, I'm up
Spilled my drank in the club
Niggas mug so we beat him up
If I was tryna fuck wit' yo' ho, she wouldn't be wit' you thug
Real diamonds, real clarity, gotta spend at least a dub
I miss my brothers, judge don't want us around each other
Show up to court in my Louis Vuitton
I swear these people just hate on us
Bird Business, no debate wit' us
Too rich, you can't relate to us
I'm on Roxy, not a school bus
Can't get high around you, I show too much love
I shed too many tears this year, lost my granny last year
Christmas will never be the same without you bein' down here
Know some of these pussy niggas won't show they fuckin' face 'round here
And fuck that shit that he sayin', he know that I'ma get the business clear
These diamonds shinin' like a chandelier
I get high after I pay my bills
I can't have my pole, I'm on house arrest
Fuck all these niggas, know I'm the best
Clear the business, get it off ya' chest
I'm just chillin' on bedrest
Hit at me, then I'ma hit back
Spin on us and we gon' spin back
Give a fuck what you sayin' on that damn track
Pussy bitch, come get yo' get back (Get yo get back, hah)
(Go, go-oh)
(Bitch, haha)
(Woah, woah, oh, oh)
Pull up stuntin' (Stuntin')
Pull up showin' my whip off and I'm headhuntin' (Headhuntin')
Tryna get bro knocked off
Know I carry them sticks like I play Topgolf
Tryna get rich as fuck, and take the S class top off (Top off)
All of my niggas around me was on pop off (We was on pop off)
Bet we won't be the first ones to get knocked off (Get knocked off)
That big G27 knock his socks off (Big G27 knock his top off)
I been thinkin' 'bout cuttin' my locs off (I been thinkin' 'bout cuttin' my locs off, woah, ha)
You so special, you beautiful
Waiting for you to drop the lo'
I know you can drop it low, we in that presidential
I know you so comfortable, backseat ridin' in a S560
I know you wanna take yo' clothes off
Rolling up woods, yeah, back to back
My nigga in the Hellcat back to back
We ain't ridin' no scat packs
I wouldn't try to catch a handy, yeah
We in that fuckin' demon, baby
You know that she a demon, baby
She know that she drive me crazy
These fuckin' drugs, they got me lazy (Bitch, haha)
So much money muhfuckin' in this muhfuckin' life
So muhfuckin' amazing, I can't even get my words out
I know you heard that last bar, I'm goin' crazy
I'm a pimp, he a shrimp, pockets slim, I'm him
Bird business, fuck him, diamonds hit, on dim
Got rich, on dem, my fade, a temp, I'm cold, no temp'
My bitch, a ten, I ain't givin', no tips, I'm smashin', off rip
I'm stackin', my chips, pussy niggas, get clipped
These roxies, just shipped, in the clup, I'm VIP
Pussy nigga, don't diss, don't beef, just kill, yeah
She showed, her skills
Daroo, we pour him and they goat, we pour him, haha
(Bitch, haha)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ax go crazy, man)
Double R, Bird Business
Fuck the witness, uh
Come get me
I can't have my pole, I'm on house arrest
Fuck all these niggas, know I'm the best
Clear the business, get it off ya' chest
I'm just chillin' on bedrest
Hit at me, then I'ma hit back
Spin on us and we gon' spin back
Give a fuck what you sayin' on that damn track
Pussy bitch, come get yo' get back
Still on drugs, fuck the love, can't make this up, I'm up
Spilled my drank in the club
Niggas mug so we beat him up
If I was tryna fuck wit' yo' ho, she wouldn't be wit' you thug
Real diamonds, real clarity, gotta spend at least a dub
I miss my brothers, judge don't want us around each other
Show up to court in my Louis Vuitton
I swear these people just hate on us
Bird Business, no debate wit' us
Too rich, you can't relate to us
I'm on Roxy, not a school bus
Can't get high around you, I show too much love
I shed too many tears this year, lost my granny last year
Christmas will never be the same without you bein' down here
Know some of these pussy niggas won't show they fuckin' face 'round here
And fuck that shit that he sayin', he know that I'ma get the business clear
These diamonds shinin' like a chandelier
I get high after I pay my bills
I can't have my pole, I'm on house arrest
Fuck all these niggas, know I'm the best
Clear the business, get it off ya' chest
I'm just chillin' on bedrest
Hit at me, then I'ma hit back
Spin on us and we gon' spin back
Give a fuck what you sayin' on that damn track
Pussy bitch, come get yo' get back (Get yo get back, hah)
Credits
Writer(s): Deante Johnson, Writerr Unknown, Dyhahji Swales, Alijah Taylor
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