Jahmill - Top Floor (feat. Wes Wicks)

I can not listen to critics they all in my business so fuck what you heard bout me
Yeah I'm shit what they heard probably
None of my niggas concerned round me
Yah keep dissing the click caught out with yah bitch
Dam I thought yah had learned from the third robbery
That bitch a hoe and a nerd probably
I'm on the top floor you at third probably
We spot a opp what's the word on em
Spinning the block we gon swerve on em
Then let it flock put them birds on em
We ain't gone stop till that curb on em
Leaving him dead can't confirm on em
Cause he told the feds what he hurd on em
How you snitch on yah mans and put dirt on em
Let it spray from the can like a germ on em
Watch how I switch lanes on em
He talking hot put that flame on em
Never off track put that pain on em
Spend a bag get it back in the same morning
In the booth getting Jiggy
I just might have to call Jiggy
To bring the pro tools and get mixy
My niggas get busy
Spinning that shit till we dizzy
Want me on a track I need fifty
I can not speak to that bitch she a lame
I'm in the back of back getting brain
Don't come to trap it get tack shit insane
Rugers and Macs we stay strapped them things
We let it blow like it's tnt
After the show hit a bnb
She texting my phone so it's dnd
Then I gotta go you ain't seeing me
They tell me it's lit for me
Non of these niggas did shit to me
Focused I can't let it get to me
She tell me she missing me
She know shit can't get shit from me
All these bitches is history
I can not listen to critics they all in my business so fuck what you heard bout me
Yeah I'm shit what they heard probably
None of my niggas concerned round me
Yah keep dissing the click caught out with yah bitch
Dam I thought yah had learned from the third robbery
That bitch a hoe and a nerd probably
I'm on the top floor you at third probably
We spot a opp what's the word on em
Spinning the block we gon swerve on em
Then let it flock put them birds on em
We ain't ganna stop till that curb on me
Leaving him dead can't confirm on em
Cause he told the feds what he hurd on em
How you snitch on yah mans and put dirt on em
Let it spray from the can like a germ on em
I'm picking right up where i left off
If we like his chain take his neck off
Niggas is chatting and be dead soft
She give me brain i collect thoughts
I cannot lie i gotta problem i just buy em both when i cannot decide
The fuck is your vibe
I could make more than you niggas without even stepping outside
If i give a code
I gotta bitch in the south i can pack up and go and get low
This nigga a joke nine out of ten they going to do it themselves
Just hand them them the rope
We went to school and learned other shit
Christian Dior wit the rubber grip
We get the bag hit another lick
Town after town it's another trip
If cash make the world spin I'm dizzy
Ride wit the 9 like I'm iggy
Money power respect together that's a trizzy
She want another chance got me Feeling like I'm biggie
Tell em get wit me
I can not listen to critics they all in my business so fuck what you heard bout me
Yeah I'm shit what they heard probably
None of my niggas concerned round me
Yah keep dissing the click caught out with yah bitch
Dam I thought yah had learned from the third robbery
That bitch a hoe and a nerd probably
I'm on the top floor you at third probably
We spot a opp what's the word on em
Spinning the block we gon swerve on em
Then let it flock put them birds on em
We ain't ganna stop till that curb on me
Leaving him dead can't confirm on em
Cause he told the feds what he hurd on em
How you snitch on yah mans and put dirt on em
Let it spray from the can like a germ on em

Written by:
Jahmill B, Wes Wicks

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