Top Shelf (feat. J. Bryson)

Used to be a pill-popping fiend, now I'm clean as a whistle
I keep 16 in my pistol, sometimes it's lean in my system
Just bought a Carti watch, that shit came with some bitches
I put the game in some stitches, my bitches make me feel different
I like to fuck a lot, always knew I was special
Got so much ice in my bezel, look nice in Maison Margiela
I guess I'm takin' off, mama look I'm amazing
I got that faith that I keep praying Cole Bennett love what I'm saying
That's that Chicago shit, and we don't want what you selling
Man, all this water ain't melon, let's blow the roof and keep yelling
I'm in my bag, baby, and it ain't shit you can tell me,
I want my face on the telly, I need some steak in my belly
I'm talking top-shelf shit - take it from the top I want the best
Yellow diamonds pissing on my god damn neck
Only time I ever write in cursive it's a check
Put em' in a hearse I leave em' dead, like

Top-shelf shit, top-shelf shit
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Yeah

Okay, I got my shit together, now I'm whipping some work
Put that bitch in the dirt, fuck with me you get murked
X-wing, tinted and I'm probably with my next thing
Why these bitches always on my testes
Stop it, I could never I'm addicted to work
Fuck that shit that you heard, I'm just better you worse
Big facts, stuffed a couple thousand in my backpack
All these people doubting want my fat racks, and they not shit, yeah
Keep on talking cause they toxic, aye
Christopher Walken, I do not trip, aye
Take you shopping run to Saks Fifth, aye
I let you ride it if you down, baby, yeah
I hold it down with the sounds, baby
Keep coming round swear to God I'm down we can pound baby
Yeah, okay, okay, okay
Running through my mind like all day

Top-shelf shit, top-shelf shit
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

I'll blow the bread, then I'll stack it up
Only ones go ahead and bag it up, CJ said the bag is up
Cannot hang your bitches aren't bad enough
I'm the dude that's been rapping like I had enough, whoa
Stepping in and we turning heads, flyest crew emerging, yes
Big facts confirmed the best, never learned to rest
Don't be mad that you earning less
I don't get curved, now my lady's curves the best
Only three words, 'God Damn Shorty' (damn)
Hope you got some plans for me, elevate the brand for me
Turn around, twerk it like you tryna make a band for me
Overseas, sit that ass in the sand for me
Nothing but the best with this, top-shelf excellence
This is who you messing with, no drama, not addressing it
I get my girl another dress and shit
Tell her pack her bag cause we on that change the weather shit

Top-shelf shit, top-shelf shit
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Jones
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