TOP RANKED

[Intro: WODDY]
Bow, bow
Wick made this beat

[Verse 1: WODDY]
I keep one up top
I was just on the line with the Jet, free Bop
Shot after shot, gotta watch how he hop
Any Makk in the spot gettin’ shot on the spot (gettin’ shot)
Free Loozo, brodie was makin’ it hot
Free Jigga, they got em sitting up top
50 MAC on nine, I’m still smacking the chop
I’m still ballin’ for Diddy, this shit never stop
Better move out the way when I go up the block
Almost emptied the clip but he screamin' at cops
Like, I don’t know how niggas linkin’ with opps
You was raising ya hand, I was raising my Glock
Man this shit gettin’ sweet I can park in they lot
Couldn't run from the beam, all he saw was the dot
When we leave on the scene cation tape and the cops
Free Sheemey, Nazzy just came out the spot (Bow, bow, ahhh)
Like, drill after drill, it took 25 minutes to get to the Hill
Is you coming and throwing or taking the wheel?
I ain’t know where to go, I ain’t have Uncle Phill
Bust a left, you gotta go for the kill
Told em step, I’m tryna get me a mill
When I spin with the 'Ripk think I play for the bail
Don’t be sayin’ my name if you don’t go on a drill (Bow, bow, bow)
So many ooters that play with my rain
When I spin with JP he go hard in the paint
I was sippin’ the wock, I was sippin’ the drink
I ain’t trustin’ not thot, I ain’t trustin’ no link

[Verse 2: Mhady2Hottie & Mdot 59]
Like, this not a game
I was been bendin’ blocks way before all this fame
Niggas know how I get, they can’t play with name
Ever since we lost bro we done put in that pain (Bow, bow, bow)
And I’m still taking risks
I got a big gun, I ain’t using my fist (ain’t using my fist)
TND niggas know how we get (TND)
It’s a couple of drills I can never admit
Like, free all my demons, they either booked for a body or they locked up for attempts (Shhhhh, word to my dead)
Like, I really be feinin’
I hit so much opps with the clock, like “Damn, when the fuck do I miss?”
Then the bro’s start thinking, they ask me like “How do I do it?”
I told em “I just got a gift”
(Like, free all my demons, they either booked for a body of they locked for attempts, Bow, bow, bow)
(Like, I really be feinin’
I hit so much opps with the clock, like “Damn, when the fuck do I miss?” Bow)
(Then the bro’s start thinking, they ask me like “How do I do it?”
I told em “I just got a gift”)

[Verse 3: Mdot 59]
W- w- when I spin with the Blazer, he ootin' like Dam'
When I slide with the Jet better stay out his lane
I- I’m with the Ape, you can't play with his rank
Every trip on the Makks we was letting it rain
Th- throw up the Jet when I step in the Hill
Throw on the beam tryna got for the kill
Tryna bend on the Makk, I don’t need me a pill
But I slide with the Jet, I don’t care how they feel
Most of the opps had em duckin’ they head
When I slide with JP, he gon' knock off a dread
I would diss Pop, but Bino is dead
I can’t count how much times they was ducking the lead
Went for the kill every time that I cried
Never needed a soul, on my dolo I slide
Ge- get in that mode when a Jet fly by
When I get in that mode I just yell “Primetime”
I was just phone with the 'Ripk, free Mix
We was just on the Makks, how the fuck could they diss?
Just on Davo, 64 strip
Had to throw up the F, I made most of them dip
Can't name one time on the opps I ain’t flick
Down on my ass, had to get me a lick
Four time game, man I shoot for the win
I be prayin’ to god every time that I sin (Bow, bow)