On Top Lyrics

Yeah I'm on top

And it ain't stop

Pedal to the floor till the wheels fly off

They shit ain't pop off

They shit gon flop

Catch 'em on the sidelines livin' under rocks

Okay

This is what's up

Homies pull up, they leaving lookin' rough

No way

Bring it back up

Check yo postal code, for an all black truck

This is no games, the boy no longer tame

Bouta crop ya out, you look better outta frame

I'm the one they notice, trust we ain't the same

Catch me pulling up in some white cocaines

I made my girl a dame

That's some classy brain

Dodgin they trippin while I'm way up, Great Dane

Not one for the fame

But all of em the same

I be the Ace of spades in the fucking card game

Pushin 180 on a windy back road

This is just the way that a night crawler roll

I make my own buck on the way up to the top and the same ones tryna front be on Wendy's payroll

18 and restless, never getting old

Pour another one, feel invincible

Never finna fold, don't do what I'm told

I know ya folks hate it when they see me making more

Hold up yo

I hope you on the floor when you sleepin on me

I gather T4's while you poppin T3's

All black leather be soft as a feather

Should be watching for the weather, I bring a storm with me

I came up out the blue, right into your view

Know you see the grind way I'm posting every two

You staying in ur lane and you acting like a fool

Little bitch don't know what the fuck he gonna do

How you gonna give me advice when you ain't even on my level yeah

How you gonna sit there and tell me how to do this when you ain't even settled yet

How you gonna try to flex yo shit when you ain't even got an iced bezel yeah

Lying in your casket I'll spit on your grave before I even throw any petals yeah

These fucks think I fuck with them

Bitch I ain't fuck with you

Think I can surround myself with people like you?

Get up out my face, two minutes and I'm sick of you

Y'all still shit broke, your life peaked in high school

Now you on your own what the fuck you gonna do bruh

Spending all your nights sleeping wasted on a couch huh?

I ain't ever gonna settle till I'm buried 6 feet

So for the next time I see you, bitch know you can't stand by me

Yeah I'm on top

And it ain't stop

Pedal to the floor till the wheels fly off

They shit ain't pop off

They shit gon flop

Catch 'em on the sidelines livin' under rocks

Okay

This is what's up

Homies pull up, they leaving lookin' rough

No way

Bring it back up

Check yo postal code, for an all black truck