Top 1

[Verse 1: EthoSuave]
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I'm top one for this rappin' shit, nigga they know who the face is
Youngest nigga on my block, I'm the youngest nigga tryna rearrange faces
This .40 hold ten and every time we bend it's more than five, we leave niggas wasted
And they know every trip that I'm down to go do it
Just bend on the opps, and make pap' quick
Might not ever catch me takin' PT, cop a renty or Uber or black truck
Stacks right beside me, throw shots if he Gwee
Tired of smokin' Mali, he don't bun enough
If I call you my mans and you movin' stingy wit' the wave you get brushed, don't tuck from us
And I do my homework on bitches, you can't line me, could always tell when somethings up
And this money ain't gon' make itself, I be on that block trappin' 'til the sun is up
You gotta have some balls comin' through my block, I wanna see who really dumb enough
Before I step out of the crib, I make sure I got paper on me, and my gun is tucked
Gotta get up close on them niggas 'cause I'ma be drid if I don't tag at least one of them
I-I like when all odds is against me
You gotta catch that B to impress me
Bro put the streets before school, he don't know how to spell but he know how to flex weed (He know how to flex weed)
This shit get too easy, I just fucked a bitch I just met, forget her name already (Bow, bow)
Like, troop through the 4, I'm preein' every single movement, I can't go, I'm too Perry (Bow, bow, like)

[Verse 2: Mdot 59]
Walk 'em down in the Asics
Double handin' the G, I get basic
Gotta creep up slow when you wavin' it, in love wit' the drill, word to bro, I start bangin' it
Thirty stick in the G-12, I'm swingin', shit jammed in the drill, word to bro I start beatin' it
Beam get to flashin', on bro gotta tweak it, too tall for the drill, gotta walk up and lean wit' it
Dig on the Makk, but I back out the gat, put the beam to his face, niggas know I'm elite wit' it
Flick to the beat while I yell out "What's gunnin'?"
It's like a mic and a beat when I'm singin' it
Creep, creep, f-flick to the beat, I don't care who I hit, I just want me a B
I move at the Makk, forty-eight too elite, I start piecin' the Makk then I back out my heat
Too much 'ooters around, you can't dodge 'em all
Too much pain in my heart, I can't down 'em all
Never too late to go suit up and drill in the field on the opps, word to bro, you can't doubt 'em all
Lil' bro thirteen in the field tryna get up his rank on the Kreeps double hands
Fuck up they heads, one knee on the floor, gotta shoot wit' my left when I get in my stance
I'm wit' the F's and the Lz in the party, but you know that I'm glidin' wit' Etho
Too much 'ooters around in the club, if you push up on us, you get shot like a free throw
Spanish bitch on my dick, I don't know what she said but, she like to Boquito
Don't know what that mean, but the booty too fat, I just hit one time then I pass her to Etho
We got the cars parked up on the Kreeps, greenlight, now we gon' troop it to 46
Gotta wrap up my ankle wit' foil, back out, now they got me on that bullshit
Shout out the Ape, he was savin' the L's, but I'm droppin' the Lz and I dare him to glitch
Shout out the Dub but I can't wait to flick, cause he throw up the L word to bro we gon' flick
Glitch, glitch, watch how I—
Glitch, glitch, watch how I flick
I don't need not a soul, niggas know how I get
Put the G in her purse, let her tote on the grip
Don't pull funny stunts, t-twelve in the morning tryna get you a vid we gon' throw out the whip