TopShotta

[Intro]
(Lorenz, don't stop)

[Verse]
Man, I gotta watch them niggas 'cause these niggas tryna snake me out
Draco sat him up, I mean Draco laid him facedown
Nigga, how the fuck you gon' tryna beef with the gang and move out of town?
Nigga smoke weed, it was apply pressure, rah-rah with a lot of rounds
Our head fucked up, bitch, we love chopper sounds
Bitch, when I get up in the booth, you can't calm me down
Oh, you said that's an opp right there? I'm hangin' out the roof
Speak all facts, bitch, I'm the truth
Number one in this rap shit, fuck a number two
Oh, you said the opps in the party? Well, I'm comin' through
How you talk about your nigga ran, but you was runnin' too?
Oh, you wanna talk about duckin' wreck? Lil' nigga, y'all the living proof
Man, this nigga— okay, yop
Man, this nigga never shot his gun, lil' boy, do your pistol shoot?
Boy, you need to calm it down
Nigga, I ain't never duckin' shit, but I'm ridin' 'round with a— yeah
I'm tryna blitz somеthin'
Like a horny-ass dog, I'm tryna hit somethin'
A couple shots out that ARP, I know I hit somеthin'
High as hell in this bitch, man, I can't feel shit
Bitch asked me what I want, I told that bitch I'm on tip
You see me ridin' with a chopstick, I'm goin' on a hit
Nigga tried to do a song about me and he died quick
Wipe his nose and go about my day, I'm on my slime shit, bitch
It's hard to get to me, you can't get to me
Hardest independent artist, lil' nigga, fuck the industry
Bitch, I'm really turnt for real, they ain't hearin' me
I'm the type to pop out anywhere solo, boy, ain't no fearin' me
I think I gotta talk some more shit so they can hear me out
I mean I'm finna talk crazy, nigga, hear me out
Opps in the party, told the bouncers don't pat me down
A nigga throw a punch in here, then it's goin' down
I mean goin' up
DJ, stop the music, man, what the fuck he throwin' up?
Walk up in the party masked up, they ain't think that I was showin' up
Bitch, I'm turnt, you book us for a show, then it's goin' up
Yop, my nigga fuckin' with the opps, he know he dead wrong
Can't believe that nigga told on his mans, he know he dead wrong
That nigga head gone
Your mans dead as fuck, I ain't tryna hear that shit, boy, go get a headstone
They done fucked up, I done lucked up
I done got up in my bag, I got my bucks up
Dirty-ass nigga, catch him out, give him a touch-up
Can't believe you tried to slide on me, you ridin' in a putt-putt