Top Rope

[Intro]
(Taz)
(313 Mafia)
Bitch

[Verse]
Lou, let me see your toolbox, I'm finna fix some shit
Bitch, I'm a grade A writer with good penmanship
Tried to fight a whole damn pint but couldn't finish it
I'm only fuckin' girly 'cause she got good benefits
Okay, let me jump in that pussy from the top rope
Girly said her nigga gettin' money, I get a lot more
Send a location to the opps, call it the drop zone
Blinked out and beat my bitch ass 'cause the pop gone
Sick as hell, that was some expensive-ass Actavis
I was gon' punch her lights out, but I racked the bitch
Fuck a Glock, I use the FN with the plastic tip
Fuck a bitch and her bеst friends on my rapper shit
Sherblato in thе Backwood mixed with Georgia Pie
Pour eight lines of Wockhardt in a four of Sprite
Broke-ass nigga probably can't even afford a pint
Met a bitch and lied to her face, bet I score tonight
Yeah, I'm finna board a flight
Let me crack the seal on the Act', let's have a gorgeous night
I been through the drive-thru, he ain't have my order
Told dog, "Feel my shit up," he ignored the ice
He a stupid nigga
Bro wanna stop sellin' dope but he too consistent
Pick you off from two blocks away, I shoot with precision
I could've used that brand-new .308, but I used the pistol
Ballin' on these niggas with three seconds on the shot clock
Drop one, twenty-seven on 'em, got the Glock hot
Bitch gone, I heard you burnt some niggas with that hot box
BMG'll turn your SRT into a drop-top
Reset, Mike, turn up, this shit on the floor
Ran up a hundred, fuck that, we need a hundred more
Straight drop, you gotta wear a mask when you cut the dope
No cap, you gotta be prepared when you touch the roll
Okay, now, let me touch your soul
I remember hittin' seventy-five with a bunch of 'bows
Now I rap about my lifestyle for a bunch of dough
I think it's time to heat this bitch up, cut the oven on
Smokin' on London Pound Cake, got my lungs collapsin'
Car came with a defect, you gotta punch it backwards
Used to sell dope, now, look, ma, your son a rapper
My nephews went to church off them Es and jumped the pastors
Nigga, I'm a shit-talker, you a mumble rapper
Your bag got intercepted, that's a fumbled package
Pop dog and every nigga with him, that's a bundle package
Right now, I'm rockin' three designers, havin' fun with fashion
Watch, when I drop this new shit, it's gon' rock the meter
Fuckin' on a foreign, yellow bitch, she Polynesian
Bitch homegrown, yeah, I like my hoes condescending
Bitch wanna put me out so bad but can't find a reason
I'm a loyal-ass nigga, but I'm kinda sneaky
On the road with Akeisha, tryna find the key-keys
Her head game excellent, but she kinda geeky
I love the fact her ass fat and she can ride a weewee
I had to cut the ho off, she was too toxic
I don't take my money to the bank, so I shoebox it
Rap ain't the only way I'm eatin', I got a few options
Seven thousand tied up in kicks, I got a shoe problem
Beat a nigga ass then stomp him out in some Christian Loubs
Fuck it, take a risk, hit the road with a brick of food
My bitch say she want a girlfriend, let me pick and choose
Make both of them hoes suck my dick while I'm sippin' juice
Perc' 30 got me activated, finna nod off
I know the fans waitin' on the tape, I took some time off
Got a lot of shit on the way, I'ma surprise y'all
Woke up today, my first play, I made a five-ball