Top Of The Mountain (feat. Lil Keed)

Yeah

Yeah, yeah (Nuri the G.O.A.T)

Yeah, yeah

****, yeah

Hell yeah

(Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch)

I'm lit, the bad bitch (Let's go)

I'm havin' (Keed talk to 'em), I ride with (Keed talk to 'em)

What the fuck do you think?

Rocking Cuban link chains, man, rocking Cuban link wrist

Why the fuck her heart matching my McQueens?

If I catch her lookin', I stash in Amiri jeans

****, I'm so up, nah, I can't complain

Got this shit sewed up, I ain't playing no games

Yeah, I swallow my breath, damn, ain't none of 'em skinny

Baby mama been gettin' rack 'fore me, I ain't even bluffin' (Hey)

So many racks goddamn, shit look like Teletubby

And my main bitch clutching (Hey)

It gon' get ugly (It is), it gon' get ridiculous

I'm rocking Range Rovers, whipping the Maybach and the Bentley

My focus is on a hundred million

Nah, I ain't even stuntin' your business

Ten black trucks with a hundred rounds in 'em, is a whole lot of killin'

If we can't get you, then your partner gettin' it

I'm lit, the bad bitch (Let's go)

I'm havin' (Keed talk to 'em), I ride with (Keed talk to 'em)

What the fuck do you think?

Rocking Cuban link chains, man, rocking Cuban link wrist

Why the fuck her heart matching my McQueens?

If I catch her lookin', I stash in Amiri jeans

I stash in Amiri jeans, I stash in Amiri jeans

I stash in Amiri jeans, I stash in Amiri jeans

Just know it's payday, yeah, when I'm in the place

Yeah, my partners round me JPay so I'm sending bands

Yeah, shooters on top of the roof, you play with me, they hit your head

Yeah, they think I'm in Paris, nah, I'm up in Patterson

Yeah, my car, it look like it's roller bladin', I'm on Forgies

I promise to God, none of these bitches is ignoring me

Had to slow down 'cause these bitches was after my fortune

I'm at the top of the mountain where the lions roaring, ha

I'm lit, the bad bitch (Let's go)

I'm havin' (Keed talk to 'em), I ride with (Keed talk to 'em)

What the fuck do you think?

Rocking Cuban link chains, man, rocking Cuban link wrist

Why the fuck her heart matching my McQueens?

If I catch her lookin', I stash in Amiri jeans

I stash in Amiri jeans, I stash in Amiri jeans

I stash in Amiri jeans, I stash in Amiri jeans