Jaded Thoughts - TOP (feat. Yung Metrooo) Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Woo
Yeah, aye, yeah, yeah
I gotta run up on people, I'm telling you
I'm going straight to the top
I-I-I gotta flex all these bands I've been making
Cause I'm getting that shit a lot
I got these haters, they coming my way
But I tell em lil boy's to just stop
I-I-I-I'm steady hexing, I'm straight up finessing
You know I'm just taking my shot
Ride with my shooters, you know they get through ya
I swear that you never gon' pop
Hot like hibachi, sizzle like salami
I swear that we ride with the chop
Pull up top missing, the wind in my hair
Cause you know that we gliding the drop
Bitch you don't guess that we young and we ruthless
We don't give a f*ck bout a opp
Spin that wheel real fast so you don't even see it
You know that you missed
I do it different, I swear they don't get it
I'm taking my spot with a twist
I'm always busy, my diamonds been glistening
I swear with a flick of a wrist
I keep a handful of rings, I've been plotting
In case someone act like a bitch
Really don't get it, you know that I'm top of the gang
I'm on top of my class
They wanna claim on my lane but I swear I'm the fastest
I'm pressing the gas
I guess I'm dunking this shit, I've been touching the rim
I've been breaking the glass
They say I'm last but when they hear this shit man I swear
They gon' be on my ass
Really don't get it, I swear that you missed it
The wave coming, swear you should quit
I move like Ghost, swear I'm always gone boast
I'm not a man, I'm a myth
I got this Wesson, I swear I'm gon' match it
You know that these shells finna spit
They wanna claim all the fame to they name but
I swear that I already did
I Might f*ck on your mama, come here Miss Jensen, I ain't gotta cap drop the addy
I got the steel, no meal, I ain't petty
What's on my wrist, it's motherf*cking penny
Doze it, make a bitch try and get ready, bad lil' hoe got a WAP, no fetty
She hit me up like a burger, no Freddy
I've seen heat on that boy, Maccaveli
Blood on my shirt and it look like spaghetti
Pull up with heat, burn you up, you ain't ready
It's a murder scene, when that chopper intervene
I gotta run up on people, I'm telling you
I'm going straight to the top
I gotta flex all these bands I've been making
Cause I'm getting that shit a lot
I got these haters, they coming my way
But I tell them lil boys to just stop
I'm steady hexing, I'm straight up finessing
You know I'm just taking my shot
Ride with my shooters, you know they get through you
I swear that you never gon' pop
Hot like a hibachi, this is all like salami
I swear that we ride with the chop
Pull up top, missing the wind in my hair
Cause you know that we ride and we drop
Bitch you don't get to a young and we ruthless
We don't give a f*ck bout a opp
(Don't give a f*ck bout a opp
Don't give a f*ck bout a opp
Don't give a f*ck bout no opp
Don't give a f*ck bout no opp
Ahaha)