Top Shotta Flow

Turn the reverb down a little bit

Imma call this bitch top shotta flow Red

Top Shotta Flow I'm on some shit

NLE, Top Shotta

Turn my vocals some (blrrrrd)

Pull it nigga

NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

Cut off some niggas, they say that I'm fake

Them niggas was bitches

Wasn't making shit shake

Had to run this shit up made a K in a day

We was robbing, and scheming, and ducking them cases

I'ma take me a risk

I'ma take me a gamble

I was down on my dick had to rob for a gaffle

In the stollo ridin now we ridin in lambos

If I give you my problems I bet you can't handle em

My niggas they trap out the vacant

Apartments, and bandos

Band man gang, drum on the choppa, commando

Choppa go on repeat, on repeat, just like Soprano’s

Think that you stepping to me

I leave you where you stand ho

Slide on that boy yeah we ridin tonight

I dont care the circumstance, He dying tonight

My phone at the crib, I'm doing it right

My nigga on the drill, my Glock on the right

Step one, step two, hop out on feet

Why the fuck is he running, he playing with me

Put one in his noggin’, He laying to sleep

They call me, chop stick, like I’m Vietnamese

Make a killing off a show, then get a nigga killed

Get a nigga pilled, put him on a quilt

Drank in the cup, sip after sip

He went out, sad he not my nigga

We do this for real, we never gon' squeal

He know what it is, we sealing his deal

He ain't gonna do it less he off a pill

I Swear I was sober on all of my drills

Cut off some niggas, they say that I'm fake

Them niggas was bitches

Wasn't making shit shake

Had to run this shit up made a K in a day

We was robbing, and scheming, and ducking them cases

I'ma take me a risk

I'ma take me a gamble

I was down on my dick had to rob for a gaffle

In the stollo ridin now we ridin in lambos

If I give you my problems I bet you can't handle em

These nigga’s be brewster

Nigga’s ain’t shooters

20k on his head, you still ain’t do it

Who did you call when y'all got into it

You know I be tweaking, you know ill pull it

What, y’all nigga’s must think I'm pussy

Bitch you see me leave a nigga gushing

Big dog in the hood, call me tookie

Big man on the block, Andrew Goody

Walk down on em in a ski mask and a hoodie

Say Im not killa, you nigga’s be foolish

Go ask my nigga, he seen me do it

Shoot at the party, we droppin’ them boys

Its hunnid some grapes, he aint stopping them boys

Fucking with me, you get put in the morgue

I don’t fear no man, I'm a big lil gangster

There’s a whole lotta gun residue on my finger

When them nigga’s be hidin, I get a little anxious

Imma shoot up the crib, shoot that bitch through the blinds

Really top shotta, put it on the map

NIgga’s turn ghost when its time to ride out

This shit is tatted on my stomach

Top shotta and I ain’t running

Btich Im rasta for real, Jamaica it be my stomach

Cut off some niggas, they say that I'm fake

Them niggas was bitches

Wasn't making shit shake

Had to run this shit up made a K in a day

We was robbing, and scheming, and ducking them cases

I'ma take me a risk

I'ma take me a gamble

I was down on my dick had to rob for a gaffle

In the stollo ridin now we ridin in lambos

If I give you my problems I bet you can't handle em

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, top shotta