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Lyrics

[Intro] Mhm-hmm (Top dog) Hmm, hmm, hmm (Yeah-yeah) Ayy, top dog shit (Yeah-yeah) Ha, ha, ha (Yeah-yeah) Nigga my kids, nigga my son (Yeah-yeah) (Tee) They wanna be a top dog, they wanna be a top dog so bad (Can't get it in) [Chorus] Ayy, I'm cuttin' shit up Walk in the spot and I'm fuckin' shit up Get to a check, yeah I'm runnin' shit up Act like a bitch and we gunnin' him up New ALYX shit cost a hunnid and one Caught him down bad, where that bitch tryna run? (Yeah) Talk down on gang, send that bitch to the sun Fuck with old hoes, yeah my bitch got a son Just tryna fuck on that bitch then I'm done Smokin' on gas, yeah this shit got me dumb [?] Don't say a word, 'cause I put niggas on Walk in to Saks, gettin' different designs Ain't claimin' that bitch, that ho isn't mine I walk 'round with sticks, he losin' his mind Yeah, I'm with Lil 6, I stay with a .9 [Verse] Haha, but I ain't a rat Whole lotta G's, I stay with a MAC Oh, you want a feat? Bitch, I'm finna tax I'm shootin' from deep, I'm shootin' from back My shooters discreet, don't know where they at I pull up four-deep, we runnin' a flat Oh, you want he smoke? Bet, we can do that I stay with a pole, but I'm not a stripper Fuck nigga get cut, ain't usin' them scissors My pockets on fat, they unhealthy, nigga I'm smokin' on gas, but still healthy, nigga When I was down bad, no one helped me, nigga She not tryna fuck, I'm fuckin' her sister I got in my bag, then fucked up the system I spend a lil' bag, just to get my wrist in Uh, yeah I'm the one started this shit, I'ma finish it (Yeah-yeah) [?] Suck me up, I ain't even tryna hit it If you ain't even makin' money, better quit it Fuck nigga caught the bullets like a mitt I pull up, fuck that ho, and then I dip I don't got say the rest, you get the gist You hatin', go to a bridge, and do a jump I ain't the three or two, bitch I'm the one Money so fuckin' tall, bitch, it can dunk Caught a opp lackin', bitch, I'm gettin' [?] Keep tryna take pictures, fuck a photo dump Up the score, and the oppa bitches, four to none Glock on me, heat him up like Florida sun I ain't tellin' feds shit, they searchin' for the gun (Yeah-yeah) [Chorus] Ayy, I'm cuttin' shit up Walk in the spot and I'm fuckin' shit up Get to a check, yeah I'm runnin' shit up Act like a bitch and we gunnin' him up New ALYX shit cost a hunnid and one Caught him down bad, where that bitch tryna run? (Yeah) Talk down on gang, send that bitch to the sun Fuck with old hoes, yeah my bitch got a son Just tryna fuck on that bitch then I'm done Smokin' on gas, yeah this shit got me dumb [?] Don't say a word, 'cause I put niggas on Walk in to Saks, gettin' different designs Ain't claimin' that bitch, that ho isn't mine I walk 'round with sticks, he losin' his mind Yeah, I'm with Lil 6, I stay with a .9 [Outro] Yeah, yeah