Top GG Freestyle Lyrics

Why you actin' like you trappin' when you blatantly not

You just baitin' at your vehicle and makin' it hot

I got zedz of the raw and I got flake by the rock

Like Foden takin' a cross, I got cane by the box

I need that big bread, no french baguette

Run up in your yard like Darg where the treasure chest

If a brother try violate the ting

Watch T put a strap to his head, Petre check

Stay humble, we ain't runnin' out of cemeteries

There's man doin' shootouts and I ain't talkin' penalties

I feel to let it squeeze on my enemies

And not stop until the block's hotter than Tenerife

But keep my name up out your mouth

Cause there's a charge for that

Don't end up like these guys who turn broke just for talkin' back

All this talkin smack can short on your lifespan

My brother, you should just give it a rest like cardiac

I stay vigilant by memorizin' reg plates

Alert my brothers if the feds are on the estate

Nowadays it really is survival of the smartest

Cause the roads are like a game of chess until you get checkmate

Until I make a milli, I will not settle

I need me a rollie with a top bezel

But I shouldn't have to look too far

Cause there's fake G's in the club, steamin' with hot kettles

Brudda, I'm a block rebel, certified hood celeb

My youngers would chop your hands off for a couple zed

So if it gets sticky then it goes off

Don't hesitate to bring those arms out like a muscle vest

You don't really want smoke, don't be stupid

I pull up with some Rami, Rajas and some Subliks

My brother T, he's my right hand

Disrespect my brother, I will shorten your lifespan

Fuck a Batmobile, I'm in my trap mobile

Mess about then I'ma show you how this Rambo feels

If you see me skirt pass, brother, mind your business

I'm on the road, wheelspinnin', tryna stack those bills

Cause I'm that boy, trap boy, bad boy behavior

And I'm old school like Nintendo 64 and Sega Fam

Everyday I'm out collectin' paper, man

But you ain't makin' paper, you're paper stuck in a paper jam

Dargy, yo, yo, yo, dargy, Darg

I make cash every time that I start the car

See me in the whip with your main chick

She want a cream on a stick like Haagen-Dazs

Certified rapper, trapper, best in the ends

If you got me on your back, you best invest in a skeng

Cause I know some skinny brothers with some big arms

That won't hesitate to let it bust till the clip gone

Dodgin' on the covers, memorizin' them number plates

Bees in the whip, but I ain't tryna get stung today

I told them everyday's the money day

No Mayweather, tryna get that money made

Bitch, I'm tryna stack it and flip

We ain't the same, I'm a man, you's are kids

You want that Louis badge on your drip

I need that Louis stamp on a brick

I'm in my own lane on some different flex

It's not pancake day, but I'm still flippin' bread

Opium residue, dog, I had to disinfect

I really made a living out of Kinder Eggs

Plain clothed Feds tryna catch the car

Like, yes, officer, I resist the rest

I built lines for the yayo and that scatty hard Darg

I've been through more lines than a kitchen sesh

Now I can see why you're constantly pissed off

Your wife thinks she literally a fan

How's her boyfriend still thinkin' he's the man

With my nut up on her chest like Zinedine Zidane