[Intro] Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit more Just a lil' bit more What he say, picture me Grapin'? Ayy, we movin', ayy Ayy, ayy Oh, they done fucked up with this right here NLE the Top Shotta I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda for real, nigga (NLE the Top Shotta, nigga)
[Verse 1] Picture me rollin' (Yeah) Fat Cackwood smokin', couple bitches in motion We ain't causin' commotion, but I be braggin' and boastin' I put the most in, I get the most out, no doubt I brought the Glock in and took my show out, I sold out We break them poles out for your show out, then roll out I got him hit and then I rapped about it, think he know now Put a duffle bag up on his head, my nigga cash out I get the cheese in large amounts, they callin' me the cash cow We get the P's, we get the pints, and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam Give him teddy bears and t-shirts, my dawg put him down Told that nigga get from 'round me, I don't trust him, so it's fuck him Brand new chopper, suppressed the muzzle, it— when I bust 'em We slide on 'em, hit the brother, then we double back with different cutters They know it's real, they know it's drama, so they call they mamas (Ayy)
[Chorus] I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die Yeah, you know I'm a thug, nigga, but I'ma still cry We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eye Stand over with this fire and I'ma watch that nigga die Niggas know how we comin'-comin', we slammin' like we Drummond Niggas pull up, we dumpin'-dumpin', we shoot and it ain't nothin' We leavin' them niggas slumpin'-slumpin', see my gun, they runnin' A hundred rounds, keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience
[Verse 2] I got this pistol in my pants and I'm posted where I wanna be I made my own label, I can't see no nigga signin' me I got too much to lose, I'm takin' you, you think you takin' me I never been a fool, I watch your moves, you think you snakin' me (I'm watchin') Real killer, all my niggas feel safe with me Even though they really supposed to be securin' me I told Big Sean that I don't really need security, but that's my nigga But ain't nan' nigga put fear in me I sincerely wrote a note, but they ain't hearin' me (They ain't hearin' me, cuh) I give a junkie line of coke to go on killing sprees (They ain't hearin' me, cuh) I told the bitch to get the drop while she was on her knees She asked me what's in it for her, I said, "I got a treat," I skeeted Yeah, I left it on her face and I told her, "That's the only thing you gettin' from me, babe" I live the life of a boss player until the day I die (Until the day I die) Couple bitches they feelin' on me, they sayin' that I'm fly (They sayin' that I'm fly) Feel like 2Pac, I got two bitches, they fuckin' in the spot Her ass fat, I'm grabbin', grippin', I'ma squeeze it 'til it pop You know I get around, I get your pants down, and then I rock Hood nigga, I'ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks Jamaican nigga, she be feelin' on my hair, she like my locs I put her head on my cock, I told her, "Suck it, don't stop" Ayy, you can call me Tommy, I got the drank up in my belly We slid on 'em, got to poppin', know you got the message We ain't 'bout the talkin', bitch, we 'bout the sparkin' Pull up on him then we caution tape and white chalk him I got a child, but my BM really be on bullshit I'm askin' God why I got these problems on this pulpit Heard another diss today, I put him on my shooter list Suited up, I'm all-black, I'm ready to go do a man Shoot a man, gun in hand Have him runnin' like the running man Where you runnin' when I'm sprayin'? A couple bands wrapped in rubber bands Put it all up on your head Bands make 'em dance when them choppers start playin' You sayin' what you sayin', but I'm sayin' what I'm sayin' And my nigga off the Xans, he'll blam on your man (Brr)
[Chorus] I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die Yeah, you know I'm a thug, nigga, but I'ma still cry We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eye Stand over with this fire and I'ma watch that nigga die Niggas know how we comin'-comin', we slammin' like we Drummond Niggas pull up, we dumpin'-dumpin', we shoot and it ain't nothin' We leavin' them niggas slumpin'-slumpin', see my gun, they runnin' A hundred rounds, keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience
[Outro] Yeah, picture me rollin' We bend the curve when we creepin', when we step Picture me Grapin' Man, them choppers move them right to left Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Picture me rollin' NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Picture me Grapin' (Brr)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
