TOP(bonus track) Lyrics

Aye lil bro go spin they block

First nigga we catch

Gone be the first nigga that's gone lose his top

Gang they know we on top

And they be mad cuz they know we be fucking they thots

This glock a blessing

Send your ass to heaven

Smoking dead's no stressing

Bet he learned his lesson

In the trap we trapping we flip it and stack it

Make it disappear like magic

Made a couple bands off addicts

Go to the house and I add it

And they know if we slide it's static

Shooting these guns it's a habit

In these streets I adapted

I be on the road with my ratchet

You ain't gone shoot you just flash it

Try slide over here gone crash it

Bumping opps in the party start spazzing

New opps more guns

It's probably bodies on the old ones

We'll never tell what we done

A couple niggas got shot when we swung

And they know we coming back like a refund

Trying leave another stain on the corner

Let off twenty five shots that's a quarter

She was a dime so I fucked on his daughter

Living to fast need to slow up

A nigga look wrong it's gone go up

Cuz lil bro in the party with the pole tucked

And ion know y'all but they know us

They know we pop smoke when we roll up

When it go down somebody go up

Aye lil bro go spin they block

First nigga we catch

Gone be the first nigga that's gone lose his top

Gang they know we on top

And they be mad cuz they know we be fucking they thots

This glock a blessing

Send your ass to heaven

Smoking dead's no stressing

Bet he learned his lesson

In the trap we trapping we flip it and stack it

Make it disappear like magic

Made a couple bands off addict