(Nah, Kaz, you different)

Huh

(Tyron Beamer made this?)

Nah, for real, man, I'm saying Beamer and Kaz cooked this shit, ****

Huh, yeah

Huh, huh

Original shit popper, huh

She want to sell that pussy, look, I ain't going to even stop her

Go get some food and make a flip, huh, cook it like Beck

Bitch, I came from Section 8, huh, nah, I got shit popper

Boy, I like fast cars, bad bitches, that's what Top be into

Pull up 7.62, that's my only issue

I heard your baby mama gone, boy, she can suck a dick, too

I did a hundred shows in the city and dropped my load, I ain't never been through, huh

Bullet stick fast, you better be Usain if you catch it

Knock a loose screw out your head, I been told y'all was gon' bless ya

Bitch, this dog shit I got on, but I'm not a dogcatcher, huh

I'm a bad bitch getter, huh, I'm a black truck rider

I can't risk VVS shinin', part of the reason you miss your partner

Fuck that ****, I shouldn't even shout at first, I shit around

Fuck the pills, I'm mentionin' I'm playin' 200, I'm really wildin'

Cop the pill, I'm mentionin' I'm playin' 200, I'm really hot, you dig

Not for real, man

You know what I'm saying? This shit good

In the top of the door

Nah, not for real, man

You can't beat me with it, cook this shit out

**** cooked, and I'm booked up, ****, come get your issue, huh

Leave him cooked in the position of people that he was gonna sit up

Try to tell my bro, you know you gotta go on the run next week I picked up

He love your bro, with that charcoal around, 'cause he got blicked up

I can't force him, no, I'll try to get shit done

'Cause that little boy put that shit on his mind

**** was my best friend, now he telling him I live life like that

I told him I'll shut the club up in a few months, let me see your belly

Nah, for real, let me see your-, yeah

Call the switch, choice, beat it, I got out, I got a switch still

Can't wait 'til we blitz them, catch a head tap if you sit still

One up, call the headshot, got a shit bag, can't shit still

Pickin' this shit with Cam and Kat, yo, knew who I had that ass

You might see me in the public with some fine shit, but no cameras

I got a burner and a timber, .40 and a .9, load out extra fast

Huh, I like extra cash, I don't miss my ex

I like extra cash, bitch, I wish you best

Nah, for real, man, I'm sayin'

Top is a killer, uh, time to go, bitch

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh