Top Shelf

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, let's go, let's go
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Pull up, smell like—
Ayy, let's go, ayy, let's go

[Chorus]
Pull up, smell like ganja at the spot
Hoes up in my whip, yeah, you can tell that they do squats
If you talk on Mayze then you know charlie! get you squashed
If you talkin' paper then you know I need a lot, lot, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I came in with fifty
He said, "Wanna match?" I said, "I can't 'cause your weed shitty"
I was smoking top shelf, you ain't, that's a pity
I'm up to some crazy shit, I feel like fucking Diddy
Wait, I'm kidding, I'm not
'Cause I ain't got no fucking cameras set up at my spot
Parties, I be throwing, they go crazy, I can't lie though
We all catch a vibe, bro
Everyday might be your fucking last, that's the motto

[Bridge]
Yeah, watch, charlie! pulling up in that new whip
Got hoes up in the back, they wanna smoke and watch me
Do some fucking donuts in this road, I know, yeah
Do some fuckin'—, let's go

[Verse 2]
She ain't tryna talk about the money that she spending
Know you got some money, but I know you ain't gon' spend it
Had to cut her off, baby, what were you expecting?
I might just say, "Fuck it," in this beamer, driving reckless
Two-hunnid racks, what I spent on my necklace
Two-hunnid flat for the Rolls, just to sell it
Everything you do is what you're told, bro, you're selfless
Yeah, you selfless, yeah, let's go

[Verse 3]
Five shots deep, got me woozy
Brodie, I could run your fade, ain't no Boosie
I know you ain't gettin' play, you look fruity
The bitches you fuck with, they smell like sushi, on God
Ridin' 'round the city, hella birds, they tryna chirp at me
The way I cut up traffic, you would think I can do surgery
Charlie! speak the truth, no, he ain't never doin' perjury
Screamin' when they see me so I'm knowing that they heard of me

[Chorus]
Pull up, smell like ganja at the spot
Hoes up in my whip, yeah, you can tell that they do squats
If you talk on Mayze then you know charlie! get you squashed
If you talkin' paper then you know I need a lot, lot, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I came in with fifty
He said, "Wanna match?" I said, "I can't 'cause your weed shitty"
I was smoking top shelf, you ain't, that's a pity
I'm up to some crazy shit, I feel like fucking Diddy
Wait, I'm kidding, I'm not
'Cause I ain't got no fucking cameras set up at my spot
Parties, I be throwing, they go crazy, I can't lie though
We all catch a vibe, bro
Everyday might be your fucking last, that's the motto, yeah