Man hit a hat, kit up, scat

Phone at home, pop out all black

Don’t let me sign, ’cause I’ll be quick to put like ten mil’ to the trap

I’m outside slidin’, keep 19 and bro got 10 mil’ by his lap

Tryna box—I'll send like three shots to your face, we ain’t gon’ scrap

(Nope)

I said hit a hat, kit up, scat

Phone at home, pop out all black

Don’t let me sign, ’cause I’ll be quick to put like ten mil’ to the trap

I’m outside slidin’, keep 19 and bro got 10 mil’ by his lap

Tryna box—I'll send like three shots to your face, we ain’t gon’ scrap

She stay in the club, this bitch is a dub, can’t give her no love

Tryna politic about the block, I’m sending them shots, I ain’t throwin’ subs

Know some **** who claiming they tops but telling like cops, could see through the mug

I could never show love to a thot, stay blowin’ up spots, can’t give her no hug

Bitch say you ’bout it—I wish you would bug

Ain’t too many who claimed they had spun through the Wick, best believe they had caught them a slug

Hit the line, then we bumpin’ right now

Tryna aim for that crown, I ain’t pullin’ no stunt

Goofy **** thought dissin’ was fun

And now I just laugh ’cause he in my blunt

**** lookin’ for fame, drop a song with bro name

I ain’t givin’ these goofy opps clout

Tryna put in that pain—if you die, I’m to blame

I can’t wait ’til you come out that house

Topwick, you in or you out

LV, I hope bro’nem proud

Ship P’s and send ’em en route

Keep heat ’cause I’m tryna hit a hat

Kit up, scat

Opp hoe say she love my tat

Don’t call her, she turned her shit off, TB hangin’ with the taps

Spent them racks but I wasn’t mad—

I turned around, made double back

Hang yourself if you a rat

Topwick, what you know ’bout that