Top That

[Produced by King Wonka]

[Intro: IFLOW]
IFLOW

[Chorus: IFLOW]
I flow on the track (Track)
You can't top that (Naw)
Christian Loub's all black (Black)
You can't top that (Naw)
Making money, all stacks (Stacks)
You can't stop that
You can top that
You can't stop that

[Verse 1: IFLOW]
Fucked his bitch from the back, made her nigga run track
'Cause he heard click clack, 'cause he played with them racks
Yeah, they feel that I'm back, toting on the low, rats
And I'm chilling in the 'Lac, bro took the jet pack
Know, I'm a known fact, keeping bodies compact (Bodies)
Fell asleep on a bean (Bean), damn I think this a dream (A dream)
Got your hoe on my team (My team)
'Cause she know that I'm clean (I'm clean)
Big face, Johnny Dang, I kicked yo ass, Leo Kang
I don't do it for the fame, I do it to make it rain
Gold cups and them rings, I put your hoe in them things
But you ain't feeling my pain (Naw), really y'all niggas hate (Yeah)
Look how far I done came, I'm a big dog, can't be tamed
Leave you cold like my veins, pussy keep getting slayed
Don't come in my space, the G-lock, evade (Bang)
Leaving bodies decayed, ain't never gon' change
'Cause the devil all in my brain, unload the bars, see flames

[Chorus: IFLOW & TZB]
I flow on the track (Track)
You can't top that (Naw)
Christian Loub's all black (Black)
You can't top that (Naw)
Making money, all stacks (Stacks)
You can't stop that
You can top that
You can't stop that
I flow on the track (Track)
You can't top that (Naw)
Christian Loub's all black (Black)
You can't top that (Naw)
Making money, all stacks (Stacks)
You can't stop that
(TZB)
You can top that
(Goddamnit)
You can't stop that

[Verse 2: TZB]
It's a doomsday scenario, bombs in ya stereo
Surround a sucka nigga like a motherfuckin' areola
Kush in the grape Dutch, Henney in the cherry cola
Take the time to fuck with me, let a nigga get to know ya
Off topic, but she dropped it, talking shit for cock regardless
Got her riding on the floor, that's a magic carpet
Wow, a whole new world, I thought it was Asian pussy
Wow, the hormones made your whore moan for me
Got ya chick salty like a cracker tryna catch me cooking
Lil nigga, Lot lost his bitch just 'cause she was looking
Frigid world made me colder, opposite of haughty hoodlums
Thought they had the juice, but got popped once they started juggin'
Hate before they hugged me, I embraced the situation fully
Still, I keep sliding, it's no wonder why my flo' polished
Rub-a-dub-dub, on the Tube looking clean
But you still a dirty nigga when it come to magazines