Top Dolla

(Bitch I’m rolling up, hmm rolling up, they call these hoes)

Got this lil bitch mad, ain't answer my phone, tell her hoe I was rollin up

The opps ain't never on shit, I spend a block wide, they ain't like why don't put one up

Bro in the cut with a switch fully loaded the stick n***as just ain't cut like us

And I got some killers out west to a slide out south tryna come through get shit done

Told that hoe “Watch your tone when you speak”

I'll put a bitch right in a lyft back home

In a V8 dog on the streets back home

That a fuck n***a get on the side I'm booming

This real R pack fucking up my lungs

Turned a tough ass got to a new trend to run

Try to spin got tapped he ain't spinning no more

Heard a buddy got clapped he ain't have no guns

Kill this shit up, I don't pro pack

We in them hot cars, know it's a ball game

I done fucked up, pull up, take it on ball, man

Opps come flex when I'm left in the hallway

Noonie be thirsty to hop out, swing a drink

Go off the hip, it's the DOA always

762 at the back of the car, hear the fuck n***as spam

I ain't keep on screaming and hollering

Fucked up hands on them paints, hopped dollar

And some bad ass hoes on the roster

Got a bad hoe on ID's in the Oblo

While I just sit back and swallow him

Fucking all type of hoes in the trap

One leg in the F and I pull out a Nautilus

And my damaged toes they stay cutting up

But the mud I dusted it off of it

On the hatch be chasing them into a window

180 down to hit an officer

Then I blew the brakes, TRX jumped the curb, middle finger the J's, get'em mafia

I'ma swing this S .I .T. back and forth down Hofstra, I'm tryna catch one now, welcome

I pray he don't think he gon' eat'em, a snack chip bag got popped when they caught'em

Got this lil bitch mad, ain't answer my phone, tell her hoe I was rollin up

The opps ain't never on shit, I spend a block wide, they ain't like why don't put one up

Bro in the cut with a switch fully loaded the stick n***as just ain't cut like us

And I got some killers out west to a slide out south tryna come through get shit done

Told that hoe “Watch your tone when you speak”

I'll put a bitch right in a lyft back home

In a V8 dog on the streets back home

That a fuck n***a get on the side I'm booming

This real R pack fucking up my lungs

Turned a tough ass got to a new trend to run

Try to spin got tapped he ain't spinning no more

Heard a buddy got clapped he ain't have no guns