Bully Danny - Top Boy

Ima top boy like I'm Dushane
Hear my block callin boy I maintain
Niggas really wired when they hear the sirens and they come around like they know things
Bitch I really got the coke
Serving fiends every single place I go
Overseas movin weight across the globe
Hella fees when im charging by the boat
This the life I chose
Air ones with my day ones
Yea we keep it on us til our time come
Boy them trenches really where I came from
Think its members only like a Sams Club
Either I kill then its not no other way
Yes Indeed like im checking resumes
Callin plays man this shit go by the day
Slidin thru the gates no time for TSA
Yes I got it out the mud y'all are fake
Jungle make your temple run with them apes
Boy im runnin all the plug cash I make
Niggas showin all the love when they hate
Bitch I got it out the slums moving dumb
In the field like a band with them drums
I don't think I seen you starve even once
Boy you eatin off the plate gettin crumbs
Think I gotta take a deep breath when im plotting just so I can run the trenches all together
I was out the White House posted with my son I swear to God Im like the hardest jefe ever
Police think im stupid when they have me cornered but the sheriff told me where they were in seconds
All my neighbors think I go to church to pray but low key Im just serving each and every reverend
Ima top boy like Im Dushane
When I make plays on my terrain
Got guns on me with them AKs that piece hangin on my damn chain
Yea I stay moving gotta make no errors
Aint no oui in this bitch I aint talkin Paris
Think im takin your life and I'll never spare it
Every Glock that I tote that bitch always airing
Like Bro I got the streets they follow my code
All of my dreams like coke when it blow
Stack in my bag and I drag in my zone
Boy you get killed if you don't watch your tone
I got em mad at me
Last man who tried me that shit was a casualty
My hittas on salary
Swear they be wiping your nose like an allergy
Oh yea bet this is my year
I know some shooters who sprayin we really don't fight fair
We really in nightmares
Gunnin your youngins they mamas be forcing to cry tears
My niggas is like that
I call the hits to your fam and a corpse you get right back
We creepin in all black
Pull to your block with them O's like my killers from Chiraq
I bet you get toe tagged
We get the bread from the licks I swear no one is safe
We was the ones that was drillin and dumpin and causing your fam to pay for the whole wake
Demons around me Im like the grim reaper I swear to god I just be choosing your fate
Think im the reason that everything happen Im proud to say that with a smirk on my face
Ima top boy hear me now
Yea we trap like its Summerhouse
Think twice for I air it out and you get the shot for free like its on the house
Yea we run with them numbers now
All the fake we don't allow
You broke but you wonder how
Really wanna drip but your life stay inna drought
Ima top boy like Im Dushane
When I make plays on my terrain
Got guns on me with them AKs that piece hangin on my damn chain
Yea I stay moving gotta make no errors
Aint no oui in this bitch I aint talkin Paris
Think im takin your life and I'll never spare it
Every Glock that I tote that bitch always airing

Written by:
Daniel Hernandez

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