Letras
(Nah, Kaz, you different)
Huh
(Tyron Beamer made this?)
Nah, for real, man, I'm saying Beamer and Kaz cooked this shit, nigga
Huh, yeah
Huh, huh
Original shit popper, huh
She want to sell that pussy, look, I ain't going to even stop her
Go get some food and make a flip, huh, cook it like Beck
Bitch, I came from Section 8, huh, nah, I got shit popper
Boy, I like fast cars, bad bitches, that's what Top be into
Pull up 7.62, that's my only issue
I heard your baby mama gone, boy, she can suck a dick, too
I did a hundred shows in the city and dropped my load, I ain't never been through, huh
Bullet stick fast, you better be Usain if you catch it
Knock a loose screw out your head, I been told y'all was gon' bless ya
Bitch, this dog shit I got on, but I'm not a dogcatcher, huh
I'm a bad bitch getter, huh, I'm a black truck rider
I can't risk VVS shinin', part of the reason you miss your partner
Fuck that nigga, I shouldn't even shout at first, I shit around
Fuck the pills, I'm mentionin' I'm playin' 200, I'm really wildin'
Cop the pill, I'm mentionin' I'm playin' 200, I'm really hot, you dig
Not for real, man
You know what I'm saying? This shit good
In the top of the door
Nah, not for real, man
You can't beat me with it, cook this shit out
Niggas cooked, and I'm booked up, nigga, come get your issue, huh
Leave him cooked in the position of people that he was gonna sit up
Try to tell my bro, you know you gotta go on the run next week I picked up
He love your bro, with that charcoal around, 'cause he got blicked up
I can't force him, no, I'll try to get shit done
'Cause that little boy put that shit on his mind
Nigga was my best friend, now he telling him I live life like that
I told him I'll shut the club up in a few months, let me see your belly
Nah, for real, let me see your-, yeah
Call the switch, choice, beat it, I got out, I got a switch still
Can't wait 'til we blitz them, catch a head tap if you sit still
One up, call the headshot, got a shit bag, can't shit still
Pickin' this shit with Cam and Kat, yo, knew who I had that ass
You might see me in the public with some fine shit, but no cameras
I got a burner and a timber, .40 and a .9, load out extra fast
Huh, I like extra cash, I don't miss my ex
I like extra cash, bitch, I wish you best
Nah, for real, man, I'm sayin'
Top is a killer, uh, time to go, bitch
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh