Top Boy

Lyrics

[Chorus: Young T] I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend Killy killy in the Mercedes Benz Big bad ting on da [?] She gon love me off the juice and the blem Bust down, new season I made if all off a dealing Bust down, new season Let me get a touch, no feelings [Verse 1: Bugsey] And dem niggas in your faction don't like action And the matte-black Range [?] Quick chicks explain and a nice landing gave back and them niggas stuck a knife right in GLAs, Beemers I'm night riding, make a left if you ever see the bright lights sing Preacher never told me what the shine might bring, so I got bro with me on a Samurai ting Three gold chains, I was shopping random, gave her one yo babe, she gonna [?] Riding back can't get my [?] round here Whatever falls down, put a [?] round him These manna bruck kinda painful to watch, the Cartier bust, is it dancing or what? Built up a trust, now she throw me a box Young Mac Daddy, you should know me I'm hot [Chorus: Young T] I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend Killy killy in the Mercedes Benz Big bad ting wanna pretend She gon love me off the juice and the blem Bust down, new season I made if all off a dealing Bust down, new season Let me get a touch, no feelings [Verse 2: Morrisson] Matt black B.M Dark tints, you can't see in White gal in my passy looking eastern european Buy packs from L.A and send them back to the ends And pray that the postman doesn't see them My jail man, I free them Smoke a op, the end We trap through the A.M And sleep through the P.M Used to rent the Fryer but now I'm bout to buy it out Spend hundred-grand on watches but I still got black man timing All my team is shining All my team are winning And my brother ain't coughing yea, cuz all that lean he's drinking My crops always stinking and neighbours always Whinging So I pay her rent and all her fucking bills to her snitching They wanna catch me slipping so I put it in my pouch New shape range, I got the bullies in da back And they're looking to attack And my akhis go tell me bout my man When i tell them that bush is in the house Grab that crop and pull it down [Chorus: Young T] I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend Killy killy in the Mercedes Benz Big bad ting on da [?] She gon love me off the juice and the blem Bust down, new season I made if all off a dealing Bust down, new season Let me get a touch, no feelings