Top Shelf Lyrics

Bumping uglies at the club

Rhythm makes the bitches twerk

1942 and they all go bezerk

Got Ciroc in my hands I created a wet land

God damn what else could you expect fam

Gonna win at this pace

Thankful for our stamina

Y'all can't match wit us

Fuck it gonna mediate

Got a blunt to face

Cake walk or race

Indigo camouflage maybe I fuck wit ya

Beat slaps wit jah

Devil talkin to moi

I'm fun and baked

My bars start to evaluate

This Gen z the new craze

Catch a wave then take your place

Laced so I saw space

Never catch a case

Evade with grace

Embrace your disgrace

Love yourself

Wish you could love me but I smell like hell

If you fuck wit me hit my cell

Got a long story to tell

But who cares how I fell

This me now give me the crown

Love my sound

From the ground to moving crowds

Spirits looking down from the clouds

I hope I make them proud

I'm gonna keep screaming loud

I vowed be my self

So I stay top shelf

They looking down from the clouds

I hope I make them proud

I'm gonna keep screaming loud

I vowed be my self

So I stay top shelf

Bumping uglies at the club

Rhythm makes the bitches twerk

1942 and they all go bezerk

Got Ciroc in my hands I created a wet land

God damn what else could you expect fam

Honeys now up on the dance floor

All looking up when I slide thru the door

Suicides on the Porsche

Walk with a baddie who is sore

Cause last night we did it all night

Now it's time to get right

Ya…. Get right

Walk up to the bar

Flashing lights as if I'm a superstar

Titties all pressed up in a blue dress

Never drinking top shelf cause their man's can't afford the best

So it's my turn with em I guess

Jiving with the beat

Beautiful red lips taste like cinnamon schnapps

So sweet

So many options of juicy meat I can not decide who to eat

I'll decide later when we ride down on my street

Got the cops lookin for me so we gotta be discreet

Every weekend it's a party

I even got the milfs who still wear Ed hardy

Generation Z always coming from the heart

Don't be surprised when ya see our names on top of the charts

Bumping uglies at the club

Rhythm makes the bitches twerk

1942 and they all go bezerk

Got Ciroc in my hands I created a wet land

God damn what else could you expect fam