Top Shotta

[Chorus: YRN Murk]
Got a rude boy, he tote a big gun
Hundred roun clip, call that bitch a drum
Top shotta, do the murder shit for fun
[?] shoot the shots to make him run

[Verse 1: YRN Murk]
I got [?] go get him
You might lose your life [?]
These niggas rookys, get caught in a pickle
You need to move, I'm bout to dissmissle
Don't know the dude, his body went missing
Pussy boy, I do not hear all that dissing
[?] in my kitchen
Dope whippin the pot and remixing
I pull off the lot, a horse in my engen
Pussy boy [?] see all the [?]
I'm the top shotta, I got some new [?]
Get the job done, and don't need no wittness
[?]
YRN roles go [?]
[?]
Pouring up lean, fuck up my kidnies
Iced out my teeth, Johnny my dentist
[?] mob, we can get with it
I got them choppers that take down your city
Clip, double D titties
Dread heads pulling up with the [?]
Look funny, and you might just get shot
Trappin [?] fuck up the pot
I don't talk to rats, keep [?]
Racks, stacked to the top
Hitting that, police, don't fuck with cops
What you doing? You can't trap on this block
Kidnap him, tie him up in a not
Bando open, tell the junkies come shop
Come to my hood, they gon take what you got
I'm in the hood, and I'm still holding Glocks
Two shots to the stomach, his body gon rock

[Chorus: YRN Murk]
Got a rude boy, he tote a big gun
Hundred roun clip, call that bitch a drum
Top shotta, do the murder shit for fun
[?] shoot the shots to make him run

[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
I know a rude boy, he known for toating choppers
[?] he watch Instagram models
He hit the VIP, he constantly poppin bottles
Could've been on BET, or somewhere with the ballers
I'm a dawg, rock cubin collars
Talking bails, we moving truckloads
Never trust a opp or hater, can't let them get too close
New car got two doors
I done ran through my bitches, I need two more
Just pushed a button on my car, where the roof go?
Balling like [?] might do [?] shoot those
She see all the stars up in the car, bitch you on Pluto
Roof went missing, pockets fat, they be on sumo
Excuse my pimpin

[Chorus: YRN Murk]
Got a rude boy, he tote a big gun
Hundred roun clip, call that bitch a drum
Top shotta, do the murder shit for fun
[?] shoot the shots to make him run