on top of it Lyrics

Turn me up, baby

Eh

Eh

Eh

AR-15 this bitch

Got some range on it

I'm hopping out the range with it

This bitch, she got some brain

I think she's steady space astrology

My shooter, he got aiming

He stay focused when he piping it

He hopes that she running game, but she can't play me

I'm on top of it

My brother, he down to roll, but he can't call

Because he just chained away

The other day, last night, I had a dream

That everyone had a phone

You broke, ain't got no hustle, ain't got no bag

You better get your way

My mama told me she ain't seen no blessings

Since she had a son

I remember one day, I was fucked up on that block

This shit went adenoid

This baby, she know I'ma take her down

That time, she pulling off

It seemed like I done fucked her

Everywhere, I still ain't had enough

Soon as I'm done, I treat her like a CEO

Tell her, pack it up

Uh, yo

Uh, I got them racks

I got on my ass and got me a bad show

Uh, nigga, I'm bad

You ain't spending racks

What are you asking for

Uh, no competition

She ain't on my level

Nigga, we way too slow

Uh, Ellie, I take all of my diamonds up zero

Stand with your mama, we gon' get you a B-roll

Ain't in the back, but I'm playing with them C-notes

No cliche

No, I'm fucking with B-notes

These niggas net

That's where my feet go

I got shades

I can't even see them

Like, man, nigga, I don't wanna be you

I put my yawny years on it

You know it had to be

All of them were ready to cry

Three, five

I put that shit in the woods

Take it to the fashion

On it, your pass, you died

Why he acting like he winning

Only thing he did was made his mama cry

Fox, five

I put that ball on the news

That pack

I make it do what it do

No new friend, no one still with the same crew

We playing it

I'ma just give him the blues

I give them money

That Drake gon' know

I ain't gon' knock your shit loose

I be chasing these bands like Doug Dugooz

Yeah, I fix me nippy

Got some rings on it

I'm hopping out the range with it

This bitch got some brain

I think she steady space astrology

My shooter, he got aiming

He stay focused when he paving it

The whole thing, she running game

But she can't play me

I'm on top of it

My brother, he down to roll with it

He can't call because it just ain't the way

The only dial at night

I had a dream that everything had a phone

You broke

Ain't got no hustle

Ain't got no bag

You better get your way

My mama told me she ain't seen no blessing

Since she had a son

I remember when that old fuck done bought that block

This shit went out of north

These babies

She know I'm going to take her down in time

She pulling off

It seem like I done fucked her

Every way, I still ain't had enough

Soon as I'm done, I treat her like a CEO