YNW Melly, YNW BSlime, Ynw4L and YNW SmokeDaLoc - Top Off

Never seen (?)
Uh, uh, hold up, wait, uh, top drop
Where your clothes, where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy
Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes?
I won't lie, (?)
I keep sipping on codeine
Riding in a sprinter with the pistols on us
All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us

Is you gon' blow, ayy?
If I take you out, are you really on go, ayy?
Fuck on my bro, ayy
Suck on it fast, don't you suck on it slow
Get hit with the mag, ayy
Hop in a Porsche
Then in a jag, ayy
Fuck on your bitch, then send the pics to her dad
I got the racks, I got the racks
fuck on your whore, uh
All in a splat like, it was in the 'Gram
Fuckin' on a fee-fee
Now he outchea shooting videos on P street
Thick bitch, she from Georgia with a super peach
She suck my Florida oranges
Oh my God, she's suck a freak
Ayy

Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh
Top drop
Where your clothes, where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy
Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes?
I won't lie, (?)
I keep sipping on codeine
Riding in the sprinter with them pistols on us
All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us

Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, hold up, wait, ho
Don't play no games, no
We keep them K's loaded
Slide the opps with my bang bros
Certain shit won't change though
Back out front with a Range Rover
Put it on your main ho
Uh, uh, uh
Hunnid shots while the K's loaded
I'm having steppers on the payroll
I'll get you what you think you came for
I don't need to explain, they know
I give this shit my heart and way more
If they see me down, it's gon' take more
Try to take my crown and catch a halo

Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh
Top drop
Where your clothes, where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy
Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes?
I won't lie, (?)
I keep sipping on codeine
Riding in a sprinter with them pistols on us, uh
All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us

Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh
Drop top
Where your clothes?
Stupid ho gotta go, huh-huh
Ridin' round with that .40, let that pole buss
I can't argue with no niggas I don't owe a discussion
When we see you press that issue, you said, "Oh, it's nothin'"
Lil' nigga from the G, turn nothin' to somethin'
And we too slime, they don't call us slime for nothin', yeah-yeah
I was with my brother cruising in that real splat
Now we in a foreign car, yeah, this that real Jag
And I got my (?), nigga, get a real bag
Put a pistol to his kin, and you're like, "Gimme that"
Just give me that, damn

Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh
Top drop
Where your clothes, where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy
Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes?
I won't lie, (?)
I keep sipping on codeine
Riding in a sprinter with them pistols on us, uh
All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us

Written by:
Brandon King, Devale Eugene Rivers Jr.

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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