Out My Top
BTDtrippyjoe
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(This beat so grin) I'm out my top, I'm out my top, I'm out my top, okay I'm on my top, I'm on my top, I'm out my top, okay Threw back two addies, out my top, I scream red rum D.O.A. first on the scene, another opp dead in them slums That boy was tryna get his bitch to set me up Bitch, I ain't dumb, I got his bitch to switch the sides, then popped his ass and took his gun I'm out my top, I'm out my top, we double back shoot every round That bitch was dissin' on that net, it ain't take much, blow 60 down Bitch, I been lurkin' in they city, that new gat gon' fan you down Got Glocks with switches on the back, them bitches suppressed, won't make a sound I'm out my top, I'm out my top, I'm druggin' bad, gon' catch a hat I'm out my top, I'm out my top, I'm at yo' crib, bitch, where you at? I'm out my top, I'm out my top, keep talkin' shit, bitch, you'll get whacked Gotta kill his ass when I run him down, if I don't, that bitch gon' rat Time for the go drill, that four ain't never been in that field I wake up tryna catch a kill, I'm in that mode, don't need no pill I'm a real bleeda, real trigger squeezer Since you talkin' like you God, bitch, you gon' meet him Layed in the streets of East McComb, it's D.O.A. that's how we leave him I'm in them trenches with that thirty stick, Glock 40 on my hip Bitch, you know that we not playin' fair, go to sleep, he get killed That's why yo' bitch show me that diss you made, turn it off, now I'm pissed Wet up yo' crib with that new Soulja Drac, bitch, I'm collectin' rent I'm on the run and twelve can't stop me, bitch, I'm rollin' out my body Off two Addies, caught a homi', 4k mad, that bitch can't top me I pop beans like, f*ck a molly, I'm top opp, bitches can't pop me Feds be mad cause they can't lock me, they just mad cause they can't stop me Beaucoup run-ins with police, I'm screamin', f*ck the D.O.J I got caught up, almosy violated probation on a dirty k Crashed the whip, I caught, six charges, in the same night, almost died But I say, f*ck it, and I throw back two more Addies, now I'm fine I'm out my top, I'm out my top, we double back shoot every round That bitch was dissin' on that net, it ain't take much, blow 60 down Bitch, I been lurkin' in they city, that new gat gon' fan you down Got Glocks with switches on the back, them bitches suppressed, won't make a sound I'm out my top, I'm out my top, I'm druggin' bad, gon' catch a hat I'm out my top, I'm out my top, I'm at yo' crib, bitch, where you at? I'm out my top, I'm out my top, keep talkin' shit, bitch, you'll get whacked Gotta kill his ass when I run him down, if I don't, that bitch gon' rat Throw back two more percs, slide in yo' section, light shit up Said them pistols get to sparkin', four, July, we shiestied up F*ck my P.O., ain't never sober, we maskin' up like it's Corona Bitch, I'm too cold like Minnesota, that Dodge Dakota got flipped over
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