Kid Channon - Top In

Bruh I'm done
With all that singing shit bruh

Bro what the fuck bro no
Nah don't stop the singing
just blend it in with the rapping

Alright bet say less

Wait for the coast to clear
Haven't dropped man
It's been 'bout a year
I'm on overtime
Tryna get outta here
But in part time stressed
Go grab a beer
It's getting severe
Money flowin in my pockets
I'm finna go spend
It on something
These checks finna clear
I don't lie, I'm not bluffing
Don't do shit for nothing
I've never really had a fear

And I got a taser
Glock with a laser
Want me to slay her
Marissa Ayers yuh

Don't chase her 'round
The fuckin place
In the Beamer
Get head, a better day
Ask her after
Like how it taste
Think you got something
On your face
And if I'm
Honest she'll promise
She'll never run away ok

And I'm like yea yeah
They keep staring at me
Like I'm famous
Like how did Channon
Run the cake up
I push the top in
And went over drive
Are them butterfly doors suicide
I don't say much TMI
Shawty suck it up, leave me dry
Chillin alone, peace of mind

If you wanna cop a verse
Then I'm gonna put ten on it
Collecting this bread yeah
I'm making these blue hunnits
They askin for smoke
I'm like bet, I'm like who want it
Shots in the air
And the cops wonder who done it
2018 Rich the kid
Ain't no plug runnin
Step on the scene
The top you know I'm gunning
I'm off a bean I'm outside
And I'm bumming
Stop sipping lean
It's fucking up my stomach

I'm boutta step on the gas
Not looking back in the rear
Did you hear? Shawty crying
I don't care 'bout her tears
Numb the pain
With a couple of beers
She want designer
But I took her to SEARS
Now she mad
So my image she smears
2023 and I'm on a mission
Y'all niggas trippin, bitchin
But you ain't hear that yeah

Wait for the coast to clear
Haven't dropped man
It's been 'bout a year
I'm on overtime
Tryna get outta here
But in part time stressed
Go grab a beer
It's getting severe
Money flowin in my pockets
I'm finna go spend
It on something
These checks finna clear
I don't lie, I'm not bluffing
Don't do shit for nothing
I've never really had a fear

And I got a taser
Glock with a laser
Want me to slay her
Marissa Ayers oh

Don't chase her 'round
The fuckin place
In the Beamer
Get head, a better day
Ask her after
Like how it taste
Think you got something
On your face
And if I'm
Honest she'll promise
She'll never run away ok

And I'm like yea yeah
They keep staring at me
Like I'm famous
Like how did Channon
Run the cake up
I push the top in
And went over drive
Are them butterfly doors suicide
I don't say much TMI
Shawty suck it up, leave me dry
Chillin alone, peace of mind

Written by:
Christian Hudson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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