CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Top 5
Gra-Gra-Gra-Gra
Is that you JJ
Be keeping that
Bizzy
Muna monster
If I walk with the tote clip
That structure
Bloodclot
Like, look
What's a demon to a goblin
I was trappin', I was robbin'
Every villain got a problem (Facts)
Look, every hero got a gotham
Every child need a father
Like, I was raised by the block
I was nine when my father got knocked
I was twelve when my brother got knocked
I was thirteen when I left off that shot
Eliminated
I had to get on that gritty sh*t I ain't forgiving em (At all)
I took a plea for what? Get on your knees I don't wanna f**k
Look, switching your team for what? I took a oath I ain't switching up
Look, serving these fiends for what? So I can have J's when I step in the club (Facts)
Look now I got foreign's I'm steppin' in dior
Drugs in my system I'm drinking my [?]
My body different, I was the grinch I ain't care 'bout no Christmas
Look, she wanna hit this
I done f**k b*t*hes and f**ked with they're friendships
Look, I'm finna slide with a big stick
No I'm Fivio but I got that big drip
This ain't no race don't trip b*t*h, I took an L and then I got big lit
Uh, now I'm just tryna' get big rich, I ain't got time to beef over kid sh*t
I took an opp off the hitlist
My n***as sliding they think that they blitzen
Look, these n***as lie in the booth
See me in person like who you gon' yell at
You ain't no shooter boy who you gon' tell that
If I get booked Marz know where the bell at
I was 'round pack but no I never sell that
Uh, did a flip with some coke
I told my 'migo to mail that
Like, look
I said y'all n***as play too much
I keep it brief, up in these raps
No I ain't saying too much, these n***as ain't do enough
Y'all n***as spinning, but y'all ain't even spinning on n***as that's ain't even tuff
Had that pu**y boy bleeding that time of the month
My shooters been on a hunt
When we slide they ain't like Rick they like Forrest Gump (Facts)
I asked if you ready or not
If I see an opp, don't think it's sweet 'cause you know it's baby bottlepop
When it comes to these bars I'm really elite
b*t*h I'm the one who made it hot
Like, look
I was spinin' on any block
I'm off the 'trone I said I don't do ciroc
From the east where they cook up
But I be in the stop where the real n***as milly rock
And my shooter just hit me like good luck
You know it get spooky up at the top
'Cause that's when you see who hatin'
They ain't gon' love you when you leave the block
Like nah ma', always on go I don't care 'bout no stop signs
Top 5
Uh, come to that drill and they know I'm top 5
On the dead guys
Uh, n***as say different then he get his head fried
You a damn lie
Like, you mention Brooklyn you know that I'm top 5
Is that you JJ
Be keeping that
Bizzy
Muna monster
If I walk with the tote clip
That structure
Bloodclot
Like, look
What's a demon to a goblin
I was trappin', I was robbin'
Every villain got a problem (Facts)
Look, every hero got a gotham
Every child need a father
Like, I was raised by the block
I was nine when my father got knocked
I was twelve when my brother got knocked
I was thirteen when I left off that shot
Eliminated
I had to get on that gritty sh*t I ain't forgiving em (At all)
I took a plea for what? Get on your knees I don't wanna f**k
Look, switching your team for what? I took a oath I ain't switching up
Look, serving these fiends for what? So I can have J's when I step in the club (Facts)
Look now I got foreign's I'm steppin' in dior
Drugs in my system I'm drinking my [?]
My body different, I was the grinch I ain't care 'bout no Christmas
Look, she wanna hit this
I done f**k b*t*hes and f**ked with they're friendships
Look, I'm finna slide with a big stick
No I'm Fivio but I got that big drip
This ain't no race don't trip b*t*h, I took an L and then I got big lit
Uh, now I'm just tryna' get big rich, I ain't got time to beef over kid sh*t
I took an opp off the hitlist
My n***as sliding they think that they blitzen
Look, these n***as lie in the booth
See me in person like who you gon' yell at
You ain't no shooter boy who you gon' tell that
If I get booked Marz know where the bell at
I was 'round pack but no I never sell that
Uh, did a flip with some coke
I told my 'migo to mail that
Like, look
I said y'all n***as play too much
I keep it brief, up in these raps
No I ain't saying too much, these n***as ain't do enough
Y'all n***as spinning, but y'all ain't even spinning on n***as that's ain't even tuff
Had that pu**y boy bleeding that time of the month
My shooters been on a hunt
When we slide they ain't like Rick they like Forrest Gump (Facts)
I asked if you ready or not
If I see an opp, don't think it's sweet 'cause you know it's baby bottlepop
When it comes to these bars I'm really elite
b*t*h I'm the one who made it hot
Like, look
I was spinin' on any block
I'm off the 'trone I said I don't do ciroc
From the east where they cook up
But I be in the stop where the real n***as milly rock
And my shooter just hit me like good luck
You know it get spooky up at the top
'Cause that's when you see who hatin'
They ain't gon' love you when you leave the block
Like nah ma', always on go I don't care 'bout no stop signs
Top 5
Uh, come to that drill and they know I'm top 5
On the dead guys
Uh, n***as say different then he get his head fried
You a damn lie
Like, you mention Brooklyn you know that I'm top 5
