CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Top 10
(Broad day with the SK)
Yeah
These n***as seen a fifty ball with the racks off
I turned the trap house into the tax office
Folks tryna hit me up, we got them straps on us
Go hit the gun store and took a pack off it
I just got a box in, it got jack on it
Please don't put on no top ten, I don't got opponents
Easy, I could drop ten and put you [?]
Have a bad b*t*h drop you off, forgot the drop on you
And I went and got a chopstick, you got a chainsaw
If this sh*t ain't a hundred, boy, I take them chains off
Get my Glizzy, get the Pine-Sol to wipe the table off
And I was outside thugging so mama cut the cable off
f**king your b*t*h, damn near knock her naval off
Lil' bro tryna shoot, told that n***a use the analog
I ain't gotta do a show, I got rich off my catalogue
Might overdose, I mix Perky and Adderal
Lil' n***a gon' die tryna reach for these chains
Lil' n***a got four or five snitches in his gang, lil' n***a
Said f**k IG, hit the streets, f**k fame, lil' n***a
And you better not aim, buddy hit him close range, lil' n***a
Told lil' bro dip it in the water, watch it lock up
I told the plug put that sh*t all in my trunk
I do not talk, you get shot if you get crunk
Play with this sh*t, he gon' die, that's on big bro
I get a pint, pour it up, that's my [?]
I'm tryna make a whole mil' 'fore they pick me up
If they try to play, let it hit out my Bentley truck
How we beefing? Ain't none of us dead, it's like ten of us
Put that boy in the water, he a duck
He with them sharks now, eat him up
Set his block on fire, Cheetoh puff
Gang in this b*t*h, we don't need love
Gang, we tryna pull a Rico
Don't beef with peons, call your chief folk
Trap it out, move when the lease up
Hundred on the jewelry, yours cheaper
Yeah
These n***as seen a fifty ball with the racks off
I turned the trap house into the tax office
Folks tryna hit me up, we got them straps on us
Go hit the gun store and took a pack off it
I just got a box in, it got jack on it
Please don't put on no top ten, I don't got opponents
Easy, I could drop ten and put you [?]
Have a bad b*t*h drop you off, forgot the drop on you
And I went and got a chopstick, you got a chainsaw
If this sh*t ain't a hundred, boy, I take them chains off
Get my Glizzy, get the Pine-Sol to wipe the table off
And I was outside thugging so mama cut the cable off
f**king your b*t*h, damn near knock her naval off
Lil' bro tryna shoot, told that n***a use the analog
I ain't gotta do a show, I got rich off my catalogue
Might overdose, I mix Perky and Adderal
Lil' n***a gon' die tryna reach for these chains
Lil' n***a got four or five snitches in his gang, lil' n***a
Said f**k IG, hit the streets, f**k fame, lil' n***a
And you better not aim, buddy hit him close range, lil' n***a
Told lil' bro dip it in the water, watch it lock up
I told the plug put that sh*t all in my trunk
I do not talk, you get shot if you get crunk
Play with this sh*t, he gon' die, that's on big bro
I get a pint, pour it up, that's my [?]
I'm tryna make a whole mil' 'fore they pick me up
If they try to play, let it hit out my Bentley truck
How we beefing? Ain't none of us dead, it's like ten of us
Put that boy in the water, he a duck
He with them sharks now, eat him up
Set his block on fire, Cheetoh puff
Gang in this b*t*h, we don't need love
Gang, we tryna pull a Rico
Don't beef with peons, call your chief folk
Trap it out, move when the lease up
Hundred on the jewelry, yours cheaper
