Top Floor

Lyrics

[Intro: Yeat] Yeah (Yeah) Runnin' 'round the city in my Scatpack (Skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Yeat] Ridin' 'round the city in my hatchback (Skrrt) I can't trust you kid 'cause you're a 12-lad (12-lad) And I got this new brand new bitch and she on Vogue Mag (Yeah) Ask me why I got this Prada bag, it's where my dope at (Yeah) [?] [?], with two bitches, it's a matrimony She need [?] Not my twin 'cause you are broke We not cooperatin' How you say you been workin' so hard but all this [?]? All these bands, I'm wastin' Pop me a Perc, it's amazing [?] but I'm so damn impatient I put Issey all on my feet 'cause I got damn fashion I got Rick all on my feet, [?] bands stacked And these tricks speaked out too much, don't think they understand And I'm gonna whisper, [?], I'm too high, I forgot the plan [?]. yeah, like it's Baghdad Before I go in way too long, I'm the bad man [Verse: Young Jordan] Yeah, I might bail on 'em, I won't tell nothing And I got a big stick, and I clip that big [?] [?] trainers on the shawty, I'ma make that bitch run Celine on her bag, or Chanel, make that bitch cum I just got a new truck, got a hundred blue faces I just put some fuckin' Chrome Heart on my shoe lace I can't trust these fuckin' boys, nah, 'cause they two-faced Had to tell her "Pull up on me, baby, I don't do dates" Now she wanna pull in, then we get to boolin' She be actin' crazy, I'm like "Damn, you foolin'" Like I do construction, know I keep my toolie No, I can't fuck with no bastards, nah, I can't do it [Chorus: Yeat] Ridin' 'round the city in my hatchback (Skrrt) I can't trust you kid 'cause you're a 12-lad (12-lad) And I got this new brand new bitch and she on Vogue Mag (Yeah) Ask me why I got this Prada bag, it's where my dope at (Yeah) [?] [?], with two bitches, it's a matrimony She need [?] Not my twin 'cause you are broke We not cooperatin' How you say you been workin' so hard but all this [?]? All these bands, I'm wastin' Pop me a Perc, it's amazing [?] but I'm so damn impatient I put Issey all on my feet 'cause I got damn fashion I got Rick all on my feet, [?] bands stacked And these tricks speaked out too much, don't think they understand And I'm gonna whisper, [?], I'm too high, I forgot the plan [?]. yeah, like it's Baghdad Before I go in way too long, I'm the bad man