Once at the Top

Once at the top it wont stop you could never see Believe in it give em cold chills the hebegebeez Can you feel me ladies all up on ya tv Right out the box n eat the box like it came from Keefe Its youngworld nigga been up on my g shit Stepping on my shoes bitch will make a pussy bleed quick Thats that wet wet like wet pussy bitch left wet Aiming where is head at or a hole where his chest at Im done playing all these games wit you hoes So blitz teams like they feeding me blow for the nose Sweet spot feel out of place like a flat top You niggaz just mascots ya boy on the drop like bagged blocks If you aint know punk bricks that is Fix them lips you get to talkin gotta kill that kid Blood get spilled all over that raincoat Got the game choked out yea nigga this slanged dope it real And aint a damn dude thinking he fucking wit me Prolly fucking ya lady bumping gums wit her gravy Smash that ass till she pass out then im out the back door About the cash ya all laughs like the class clown Im big shit thats why ya toilets wont flush Bitch on my dick so get to unclothing her im digging her bush Thats my train in her bushed cave her bush cave Keep me cumming back to back the bitch cush hey Dont even know why bother sharing these thoughts Aint keeping up so taking parts and we feed em to sharks Sharp tooth rip apart a dude nigga so call in a audible Im a lion wit a sharper tooth Once at the top it wont stop you could never see Believe in it give em cold chills the hebegebeez Can you feel me ladies all up on ya tv Right out the box n eat the box like it came from Keefe Them bands i want it man at least a couple hundred grand Cash you better run it in it make ya do the running man N aint no worries got my bitch wit me now plain simply Got my goons so bring them things wit me Im way ahead of you dudes puffing a cloud of smoke When shots drawn hole in his colon, need a colonoscope Ski mask give me the cash head on the glass Filling up the bag boy move fast, dead on ya ass naw Moving on bout my land like the scarecrow Playing it cut throat got the game in a clutch hold And to the niggas that sell dope Ya street smart but book dumb aint fucking wit wierdos ya see Getting paper them digits nigga we counting it And not a check bouncing here wut you getting is counterfeit Get picked off quick yall bones frail Ya just another pack boy bitch im whole sale wut up Think he hotter than me nigga then come forth Gun for it be on my shit just like a cold sore And i aint finished i give these bitches the cold shoulder Dont care anyway coping hoping ya choke Big guns toolie shooting it goons feeding you ammunition Not the head physician when shooting betting his body lifting Back flip head gonna land his whole back split Cash in n bitch no homo this like drag shit Pump steel got em filling up body bags Hot the mittens on now my hands clean from the tommy blast Ski mask stick no hockey mask The top a nigga heading and watch yall stock crash Once at the top it wont stop you could never see Believe in it give em cold chills the hebegebeez Can you feel me ladies all up on ya tv Right out the box n eat the box like it came from Keefe Them bands i want it man at least a couple hundred grand Cash you better run it in it make ya do the running man N aint no worries got my bitch wit me now plain simply Got my goons so bring them things wit me Its me nigga spitting waves that leave ya seasick The game mine plus my bitch a model beach fit She real fit pussy feeling like sea fish My shit raw n nigga yall deep dish Now some say i might be out of my mind Throw on some boots like theres mountains to climb and go higher Bout my chips lil nigga make a big splash Throwing the quick jabs ya sink catching counters like they whip lash Now cant you see im way ahead of my time All want is money hungry stay on the grind so get it yea Go hit a lick n let my tongue hang Jordan off SpaceJams these jungles like a caveman yea Go hard a full out barbarian Whole blocks get to clearing em the chop out airing em Leave em leaking seeing cement full of blood stains Chump you a stuntman im here to let my nuts hang Im why these bitches cheating on you but keep mine on the low Just hope the bitch aint on that powder prolly cost me a loaf Creep on their dude cuz he sweet like juicy fruit Scented all wet n soft the nigga like pussy juice SWEET Them boys slayed the game cocaine bagged it Now they lining up and on it like a train on transit Burn ya slow like a heat rash If he got a problem wit insomnia i got that shit to help em sleep fast Once at the top it wont stop you could never see Believe in it give em cold chills the hebegebeez Can you feel me ladies all up on ya tv Right out the box n eat the box like it came from Keefe Them bands i want it man at least a couple hundred grand Cash you better run it in it make ya do the running man N aint no worries got my bitch wit me now plain simply Got my goons so bring them things wit me