(Pipe that shit up TNT) (Why they mad?) Poppin' shit, Balenciaga (hmm, yeah) I'm the shit, I'm the topic (hmm, yeah) Long hair like Rapunzel, make sure my heart never fades Singin' to the thunder (hmm-mm-mm) Singin' to the thunder, stayin' strong through the rain Switched up for that bag, but can't get mad 'Cause I won't change Four-door matte black Jag as I smash through the lanes, huh I know that shit sad, but I fall back cause all it lame Poppin' shit, lovin' how you look in all that Dior Millions blood, what she want, I get it for Diamonds hittin', they on galore Took off, hit this bitch, oh, Lord I'm the shit, I know they know it Pop your shit, I'm out here for it Take off them things that I'm actin' I'm in it, I'm in this bitch, I know Lil' Top My only girl, you know my ma' You know my hustle'll never stop You know my grind'll never flop See all these foreigns that's at my house That hatin' shit, I make it stop Whip out that bag like, "Close your mouth" Poppin' shit, Balenciaga (hmm, yeah) I'm the shit, I'm the topic (hmm, yeah) Long hair like Rapunzel, make sure my heart never fades Singin' to the thunder (hmm-mm-mm) Poppin' shit, Balenciaga, hmm-mm, yeah I'm the shit, I'm the topic, hmm-mm, yeah Long hair like Rapunzel, make sure my heart never fades Singin' to the thunder (hmm-mm-mm)

Super Earz D-Roc, D-Roc This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time that we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr) Been through it all, these niggas pussy When it comes to this shit, I'ma vet, you a rookie When I see your lil' homies, they starrin' and lookin' My hitters on go and that button, I push it (boaw) Stick to the rappin', my OG be cookin' Wanted a chance, when they gave it, I took it Up in jail, every day I was hookin' Trial, when I seen it, I didn't over look it I heard 'em say I was broke (never) But these niggas know that that's a cap talk (bitch) Niggas bitches hate it when they talk I was bangin' and slangin' inside the nawf Whole lot of money, I made it all They ain't from where I'm from, can't compare to me (never) Up the cutta make him draw the chalk (yeah) I'ma stretch him, he thinkin' 'bout taggin' me (boaw) Real blood I won't walk in the club I ain't paid (I ain't paid) I ain't givin' shoutouts on my page (on my page) Thankin' God for the shit that I made This for my niggas that's up in the grave Won't give up, I'ma do it for Dave Fuck everybody want to stamp me Concrete jungle in the hood I played (I prayed) Rich Gang Birdman done stamped me This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr) Yeah, big comma and big faces (big faces) Chop 'em down, we will erase 'em (yeah) Buss it down then pop it off (yeah) Don't give a fuck if I catch a case (yeah, yeah) No cap (no cap), straight rap (straight rap) In the trap, hundred racks (hundred racks) Been ballin', don't doubt it (yeah) Gettin' money, that's facts (yeah, that's facts) Chandeliers, marble floors (marble floors) Move dope through plenty holes (through plenty holes) Alligators, crocodiles Automatic Calicos (Calicos) Every nigga with me got money (got money) Who the fuck said somethin'? (who the fuck said somethin'?) All these rap shit ain't nothin' (ain't nothin') I done passed it down to my youngins This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip (lip) I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr)

I don't come for nothing, don't pay, you won't see me Want all blue strips, that's all I need Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me You can keep trying, can't beat, can't be me She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me To another level, goin' out of reach Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker Ho wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color Shawty, I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her I drive the Rover and I drive the Rolls Play it low-key and got a Tahoe Drive the McLaren, it tear up the road Throw up my B's, I'ma hit with my pole Bro ain't no rookie, you know how it go I was poppin' pills when I walked through the door Bought her stainless steel just from touchin' her toe And you know the deal if I find she a ho Got a swag might kill And you know I keep a hitman Steph, get milled on Tell that nigga he get picked in the draft, I'ma split him Headin' off with a stick, mortician goin' on Goin' in in the middle when it pop off You know I got my blick off, up go down And you know I let the shots off He ain't finna go home, should've been left from 'round Oh, right there She was like, "Let me show you how to do it right" Man, this bitch want money tonight Bro them right there, you know it's on sight and you know it's in here Got gunners on my left and gunners to my right Got 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeah Bro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (you know what I say) Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs) City one day, yeah, it bang over my way Niggas shouldn't come, already know how Top play Thursday, party day Nigga, you can die on a Friday Nigga, you can die on the highway Nigga, you can die from a side play Shawty like a cat, that's nine ways And a million in one to get us played She don't sleep all day, but work late Fam I don't come for nothing, don't pay, you won't see me Want all blue strips, that's all I need Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me You can keep trying, can't beat, can't be me She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me To another level, goin' out of reach Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker Ho wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color Shawty, I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her

Free Von (TwanTheProducer) Yeah I remember I was young I remember we was staying behind the mall I was staying with my turn, you heard me? We was standing outside as I looked at a nigga, I told 'em, I say Only thing, only thing I'm missing out That's gon make everything complete I need to stretch something (Morreti Goin' Crazy) My niggas just looked at me, yeah (AKel) Man I'm like, "Fuck that" Dirty ass nigga always looking for a fucking lick Angry ass nigga always mad, it make no fucking sense Savage ass nigga, always walking with a dirty stick Dangerous ass nigga, all he wanna do is step on shit Demon seed my momma'll tell you Bitch, don't let your children pay He named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38th It's 4KTrey, I seen nobody, say like who gon' die today? You 'bout that shit? Well, bitch, we 'bout the same It's gon' go down this way You know I'm with the shits (yeah) You say it's up, we whoop the bitch Knock down the whole clique I kill 'em all, ain't got no pics Now check the scope up, bitch, I'm four up with this murder shit I want his brains on top the pavement right aside the bitch He a dread-head, we leave him smoked out on some rasta shit Leave out straight bet when them choppas spit I got dead men on these dollars, bitch You be talking reckless, we be stepping make you hold that shit Chill with all that weapon, we gon' stretch him Man, I told that bitch I grew up on some soldier shit We outchea doming shit Police ask me do I wanna see a pic of how they found the bitch I'm sorry I'm a rapper, I just talk, I don't condone it Soon as we get the drop, you know we cap 'em They say we wrong for this (we gon' get your ass gone with this) Dirty ass nigga always looking for a fucking lick Angry ass nigga always mad, it make no fucking sense Savage ass nigga, always walking with a dirty stick Dangerous ass nigga, all he wanna do is step on shit Demon seed my momma'll tell you Bitch, don't let your children pay He named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38th It's 4KTrey, I seen nobody, say like who gon' die today? You 'bout that shit? Well, bitch, we 'bout the same It's gon' go down this way Look, ring around the rosy (okay), pussy say he on me (let's go) I'ma put his dick onside his thugs (and that's on my momma) Pussy nigga scared to be in the B Lying like he in the streets Know he'll be dead if we just where he was So we miss stepping on them ducks Who you leave out in the field? Nigga, yeah Herm said he just caught a new one, drilled, dummy dead Posting songs, don't start preaching what you saying, pussy nigga We put shit that sleep with Glocks like we got Xans in these pistols I say 4KTrey my business, we gon' step on any nigga Who that is? Kill the witness Say the word and they gon' book some Ain't got no words for no bitch I pull that stick out on a nigga Like lay your bed, I throw the pillow The police after all my niggas, look Dirty ass nigga always looking for a fucking lick Angry ass nigga always mad, it make no fucking sense Savage ass nigga, always walking with a dirty stick Dangerous ass nigga, all he wanna do is step on shit Demon seed my momma'll tell you Bitch, don't let your children pay He named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38th It's 4KTrey, I seen nobody, say like who gon' die today? You 'bout that shit? Well, bitch, we 'bout the same It's gon' go down this way

Ayy, free D-Dawg Ayy, 4KTrey Bitch ass nigga, ayy, ain't nobody, ain't nobody safe Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today? Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with? Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch? Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin' Taliban, I get a bitch to make 'em buy the iron He got them, nothin' but convicted felons off of my end Dive in, I promise after that you gon' get shot then Green flags in matte black Range Rovers and green FN's I ain't them dudes, bitch, you gon' pop who? Oh, you should try then Bitch, I be that nigga, cock it back and go to firin' I'm bustin', no discussion, after that, you hear them sirens Came in buckin', that shit turnt us up, then people end up dying Feelin' good, I got drugs in my body Lookin' for me, come and see me in the back 'cause I ain't hidin' Cut up, don't try to stop me, bitch, I see you watchin' Make my shooter kill a nigga, then whack the bitch who drivin' Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with? Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch? Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin' She gon' pop the cat for me and make it act bipolar She was in the bed, let's get to clappin', leave her rollin' over Back to back, I stab it, I was leanin', started dreamin', dozin' You know what I mean, off them beans tryna bend it over You showin' off your gun, well nigga, pop it then I ain't sharin' none of my hundreds out my pocket, friend What you on, say you drove? Need to stop it then With them tools, I make blues, blow this like a harmonica Say you gon' stamp me, put your mammy on that front row I go to blappin' where you standin' with that Draco These niggas some hoes, your best interest is to lay low You say it's up so I catch you, bitch, I'ma knock your fuckin' face low On gang, nigga Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with? Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch? Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'

(Any Last Words) What, what what what Nigga yeah Bow, bow, bow Look (D-Roc) Tell 'em check me out now Know I got that shit in me Know I got my Glock out Say that they gon' get at me Murder, know that that be my town Try to slang that stick at me Try to send a bitch to me Ima send her right back up in pieces I'm on three R's, call that Reese's Pieces Gravedigger, no Jesus pieces Beef with me and it ain't no sleepin' Murder, until we get even That's on God, got my bitch behind me Plenty sticks inside this car I pray the law don't get behind me Gon' send me straight to Rikеrs Island Said lil' bitch, I'm 'bout it You ain't kill shit, you ain't wack nothin' Know we got plenty bodies Comе from the slums, ridin' in a bucket Now we four door slidin' Wit' 30 sticks off in this bitch I want a nigga for to trip I up and shoot from off the hip, bang Gang know that what I bang Green flags, got everything Shorty bad, she insane She just want to give me brain But can't be my main You know I got a savage bitch, don't trip She let me thug wit' the chick who stayed down wit' me Play I swang around this bitch, like I'm playin' baseball Can't get no Xans, Klonopins, I'm rollin' off them footballs Make me foot y'all, what that mean? step on him Dirty motherfucker, smash him then we rep off him Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues him Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha (Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop) Bet you miss him Drinkin' out the bottle, sleepin' wit' my choppa (Mhm) I mix tobacco with my mojo, know the Devil got me (Hm) I'm with XO, runnin' eps about my ex hoe That's a dog hoe, tryna put me back on child support I got money now, and I'm on that thirty million flow Hundred thousand dollars, sittin' right there on top the bed pole My lil' bitch a model I'm recordin', I'm feelin' on her body Bitch, I'm out my body Pop that X and flood my veins wit' Molly Watch me swerve the Rolls Know I'm in this bitch right now, okay Choppa wit' a knife, get slayed Massacre, mascaraed Rockstar motherfucker Make the crowd go up, in a rage I'm on so many drugs, this mornin' I forgot to paint my face WYGD, when you play, you gon' die, hold on I got them slimes and you know that they gon' ride 'Fore a nigga was a millionaire, I was in that car, hold on Caught 'em on that porch, and I hit 'em wit' that fire Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues him Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha (Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop) Bet you miss him