Top Gun

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, what? (FredChillin)
Hit his top, yeah, yeah, like I'm—
Ayy (Brrt)

[Chorus]
Hit his top with this gun like I’m Tom Cruise
In that foreign car like Colton Harris Moore, how we be flyin' through (Skrrt)
Foenem hop out and give chase like J.P. Morgan if he slide through (Ayy)
And he tried to, big ass FN on me stand for Fox News

[Verse]
Nigga get popped up, ride behind them (Ayy, pop)
Five percent tints in this bitch glocked up (Get glocked up)
Get a nigga lynched like hung, I'm Baby Ripgut like, "Come here" (Like brrt)
Or I grab that .38, no shells to pick up
And that’s a bad bitch, lеft his shit on curve when he had slid up
If hе pull through the block, get to blickin' the whip up, big ass metal it's pickin the V up (Skrrt)
Catch that boy out with his plug and then pull the plug on 'em, and fuck up the re-up
This ho keep on sayin' it's all 'bout the money, but talkin' ’bout shit that she don’t got the need for
Like this bitch really an A cup, but the bitch wanna go pay for the B cups (Like what?)
Broke ass thots and weirdo hoes, they know I got a million flows (Million flows)
I wouldn't call that boy no robber ’cause the bum-ass nigga stealin' clothes (Yeah, yeah)
We be takin' shit (Ayy), I laked that .38 my bitch
Just take a dip, I had to toss that bitch
I lost so many guns, no wonder I lost my bitch (Ayy, ayy)
Make me call that blitz, make me call them niggas (Shh), run and go get that shit
In a tinted whip, if that boy try to push up, shit get pitch black
Get his shit cracked (Ayy), them lil' ass 22’s he shootin' Tic-Tacs (Grrah)
Fuck nigga, bitch-ass
Ayy (Bah)

[Chorus]
Hit his top with this gun like I'm Tom Cruise (Like I'm Tom Cruise)
In that foreign car like Colton Harris Moore, how we be flyin' through
Foenem hop out and give chase like J.P. Morgan if he slide through (Ayy)
And he tried to, big ass FN on me stand for Fox News
Fuck nigga, huh, ayy