Top Gone

Yeah
Hitting em back, hit him I loose it
Hitting em back, hit him I loose it
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

Stop off, I get a bag, drop off
Why are they mad? I'm on
I'm pullin' up, top gone
Imma protect, my energy
I do not fuck, with no enemys
She was a bad girl
Ooh man, she was a bad girl

You try fuck with me
Your heart got no degrees
My boo coming overseas
My girl, we sippin Hennesy
Y'all hitters, cannot fuck with me
I pass, you cannot ride with me
I trap, doing it locally
In fact, I just be blowin' trees

I'm sorry I'm sorry
I'm dropping molly on molly
Somehow I'm back in the party
Yo really don't get me started
They say I'm cappin' and shit
You got your hands in your hips
Y'all hitters ain't doin' shit
I told lil baby just come pull up to the after party
Where the ass get naughty
She like my red Ferrari
She like the top discarded
They say they hate me and shit
What is your reason for this?
You got your hand on a clip
You wouldn't shoot you a bitch

Stop off, I get a bag drop off
Why are they mad? I'm on
I'm pullin' up, top gone
Imma protect, my energy
I do not fuck with no enemies
She was a bad girl
Ooh man, she was a bad girl

You try fuck with me
Your heart got no degrees
My boo comin' overseas
My girl, we sippin' Hennessy
Y'all hitters, cannot fuck with me
I pass, you cannot ride with me
I trap, doing it locally
In fact, I just be blowin' trees

Stop off, I get a bag, drop off
Why are they mad? I'm on
I'm pullin' up, top gone
Imma protect, my energy
I do not fuck with no enemies
She was a bad girl
Ooh man, she was a bad girl

You try fuck with me
Your heart got no degreees
My boo comin' overseas
My girl, we sippin' Hennessy
Y'all hitters, cannot fuck with me
I pass, you cannot ride with me
I trap, doing it locally
In fact, I just be blowin' trees

All in all



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Writer(s): Laurent Formica
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