On Top Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Course I've thought about killing before
Pens spilling, can't you tell I'm getting ill with the sword?
Thinking what can I fit in a four?
Sweat, ink dripping from my pores
Metaphors galore
Stupid whore or skank, bitch
Whatever which does it
Where's the line cause I'll cross it and switch subjects
Mr. Prick's dicks hitting chicks stomachs
Finger linked from rubbing rectum lips
Sick puppy
Where's the shrooms?
I want to sit in a room
And write till my head gets bigger, balloon
You'd really assume this shit's hot
If I slowed down I can make the whole crowd
Zone out now
Because I pronounce these vows
To make sounds wow
How's this kid doing this?
All my music is is eating shrooms and bumping DMX
And Ludacris
You stupid bitch
I'm feeling like I'm
On top
Shit's gonna pop off
I won't stop till I get enough (get enough)
Won't stop till I get enough
I
Won't stop till I get enough
To state and mention
Where I stay I felt to broke to pay attention
People thought I played demented
I stay pathetic
This shit I say I really meant it
Silly venting
Yelling Willie Nelson
It feels like my face is really melting
This time around I rhyme for crowds
Setting myself aside for now
I'm pointed skyward bound
But my legs are hanging down
My nose is high
My hands are shaking from writing this verse
I write in spurts
Fuck it
Whatever works for me, currently
I spit from my dick and let me say
It burns to pee
Since the nursery
Been nursing sheets
Here's a verse for free
I'll take some twerking cheeks
I hope they'll work for cheap
Cause I'll tip 'em well
I want a whiff, a smell
I'll toss my dick up in a wishing well
Bitch I'm feeling like I'm
On top
Shit's gonna pop off
I won't stop till I get enough (get enough)
Won't stop till I get enough
I
Won't stop till I get enough