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TOP BOY/INNIT
Hip-Hop/Rap
TOP BOY/INNIT was released on November 10, 2025 by Young & Unlvcky Records as a part of the album UNLUCKY
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AlbumUNLUCKY
Release DateNovember 10, 2025
LabelYoung & Unlvcky Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nassir Eggleston
Nassir Eggleston
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nassir Eggleston
Nassir Eggleston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cedes
Cedes
Producer

Lyrics

Uh
Bitch, I'm the top boy
I feel like Sully and Dushane
You better watch them hoes you fuck
Cause she gon' tell me where you laying
In Miami, summer exotics
Whipping Hellcats and Mulsannes
I don't got no time for games
Baby, tell me, is you staying
Yeah, she pretty and she paid
But I think I like her for her brains
Take off that Gucci, eat her coochie
Gettin' juices on my chain
Look how we live this shit a movie
You can't do this, that's a shame
You better watch the **** you with
What you gon' do when **** change
Any new move that I go pull
You know I can't forget the gang
When we catch him, we gon' shoot him
He been slandering my name
Shawty bad, you wanna link up
We can have some shit arranged
I just booted off some X
It got me actin' really strange
You bring the cash, I bring the drugs
Somewhere remote for the exchange
Me and Zoe back to back in lanes
He in the ghost, I'm in the range
You wanna shop? I got good prices
****, tell me what's in your range
I got coke, pills, lean
I got weed in different strains
Yeah, yeah
**** cuttin' coke, that's that China White
Shorty want some blow
Tell that hoe I got that dynamite
I just hit the road and made like 30
Fuck a nine to five
And I keep that pole it's always on me
I ain't tryna fight
Let's go
Yeah, let's go, let's go
Yeah
We got lots of Glocks innit
Come and shop wit us
Had to sell the Ponti
Cause we kept on spinnin' blocks in it
Ice all on my wrist
AP got a lot of rocks in it
Shawty keep on goin' through my phone
Bitch, why the fuck is you in my business
Yeah, oh, you mad now
Girl, sit your ass down
Caught me in another lie
Gotta get this bitch a bag now
He kept tryin' to hide until we caught him
He got tracked down
I'm off the perk, she gettin' tired
I'm sorry, girl, this the last round
Yeah
**** around me really sheist
Don't move, bitch, this a heist
He ain't die, we spin through twice
Opp hoes gotta die too
Give a drop, I spare your life
Off the perk, I'm tryin' to fuck
Better make it here tonight
Where you at? I'm in the city
My bitch bratty and sadity
Her ass already fat
I might buy this bitch some titties
Spoil her and all her friends
They tryin' fuck, it's gettin' tricky
Missionary cause she pretty
Kiss her neck till I see hickeys
Fill her up with all my kiddies
Trisha fuckin' up my kidneys
Heard they spot another opp outside
I be there in a jiffy
Glocky with a switchy
That shit bust fast like a quickie
If they watch face in the spot
Go to CVS get giftys
All the bullshit you can miss me with
Never tell the shit we did
My bitch get whatever she want
I say no one, she throw a hissyfit
We keep spinnin' on some dizzy shit
She pouring da Henny, tryna get me lit
I ain't no bitch, so I took a sip
If she bad, that flight, I'm booking it
Postin' your lo that's rookie shit
We came through and took his shit
In the kitchen aprons, pots and pans
Look like we cookin' shit
Written by: Nassir Eggleston
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