Lyrics:
is fucked up with these masks and stuff
All these problems in the world, I float above
On this Kush cloud, I smoke loud
Grow it by the pound
They say,
Leaving this earth to see where it come in
Ride by the pussy with nothing on my mind
R.I.P. Mac and you taught me to shine
You was there in my deepest
still here together after
Better count your blessings
You wishin' you were sittin' in the top position
Picture perfect, nothing less 'cause you
on the set when I scorch the beat
Gang in this bitch and holdin 3
Strap to the T like soldiers be
Pull up wit a Mac like hold it freeze
Leave a nigga stuff
a Smack Down
And you know it's on a throne if shofu sat down
Started from the bottom but the top is where we at now
Step up in my cave there's no escaping
give me top, yeah she gon' suck it slow
I ain't comin' in wit' no MAC, Imma tote that mop then Imma wet the floor
How you go out so sad, huh?
You ain't
doesnt it?
Top Boy Sully, you’re James P Sullivan/
Woke niggas here’s a quick reminder.. ALL Black lives matter/
Cuz she a Black, gay woman they won’t talk
on the Rolley
Sittin' on top of sleeve
Ghost who popped me
They caught me 20 blocks from Lee's
Please, Allah, can you save me?
Down till four and a baby nah, I'm
the chrome
Aim, squeeze and bust
Y'all can't hide 'em for long (bust)
Hit the weed and pass it to the back
Shoot 'em with a mac, sittin' in his lap
(aim,
can't hang
We could link up our bullets gone bang
Niggas see me, and they running
Jacking Gzzly, hit his stomach
I just up it, at his muffin
Hit his top
Better understand this I am not a lil ni**a/Boy I got nuts bigger than a gorilla/Whole life hangin with the top drug dealers/Mob tied up with the Cartel
the best of it
Goddamn Soulja
Inspired by the greats, albums and mixtapes
And hustlers from the streets
Gave knowledge of moving weight
Made promises I
Unh, yeah
I like the way this feel right here
Yo turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit
Yeah
There ain't shit in this world deeper than
damn world invaded
3K hit the phone, I ain't save it
I be sittin' in the 'yo when they hatin'
I'ma pop up on you in the latest
She was talkin' that
rowdy) bout it bout it
Suicide, pull a ride, nutty buddy
With the cutty on the side
Sittin' on, 3's with D's, on top of dub
I'm down South in the club
Gang baby
Baby take a look at my life
Let's drop the top on my ride baby
Yo nigga ain't hittin' that right
Come roll with me for the night baby
[MM] Puffin those trees and leaves
[Pr] Comin with E and Vic's
[BR] You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light
[BR] Sittin up top
baby
Baby take a look at my life
Let's drop the top on my ride baby
Yo nigga ain't hittin' that right
Come roll with me for the night baby
Baby take
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
to the riggity riggity racks
We busting ya apple, ain't talking 'bout Mac
We spinning ya top when we busting the gat
My diamonds they water, ain't talking 'bout
rest in peace
[Chorus]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split
Layin dead
eclipse when the MAC spit, your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes, close his eyelids
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness
It's deep in
and grits
Senses fully alive like the feeling of a first kiss
And when it's check out time you got a smile on your lips, huh
And the whole world is like your
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