Yeah, woah yeah, woah
Yeah, woah yeah, woah
I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stoppin'
Makin' some songs, my fans tell me
"Drop 'em"
Designer on me and you know that I'm coppin'
Walk into Saks 'cause you
Know that I'm shoppin'
I'm in the top two and [Bm]I'm not second
Bro got [Fm7]a choppa, he's holdin' that weapon
Feel like [F]a teacher, I'll teach 'em [A]a lesson
(BenjiCold, why you [A7icy?)
Like Ash, already know I'ma catch 'em
I got [Fm7]that ɾocket on [C7]me, let's blast
Talkin' that shit? We beat your ass
You wanna talk, but don't got [Fm7]class
Countin' my [A]money, I watch it add
Up in the bank and [Bm]it never go down
The hollow tips on [C7]the motherfuckin' ɾounds
Do not think I can let my [A]mama down
I'm doin' my [A]best, I'ma make hеr proud
(yeah, yeah) do not think I want your ho
Sellin' out my [A]shows
Balеnci' my [A]toes, squad, I keep 'em [A]close
This the life I chose, ain't do this alone
Stayin' with my [A]bros, talk to [C7]me, boy
Watch your tone you [A7want that smoke
So we pull up with sticks (Boom boom boom)
And now you [A7don't wanna talk shit
I got [Fm7]a choppa, that shit finna ɾip
Beyblade, we gon' let that bitch spin
Shout-out the gang, yeah, shout out my [A]twins
King of the dough, bitch, I always win
Do it for [Dm7]family, I do it for [Dm7]kin
Free all [Em]my [A]brothers that's locked in the pen
I'm finna get a tat, that stick-n-poke
Only wanna talk shit through a damn ρhone
I been makin' money by singin' at home
Talkin' to [C7]me, boy, you [A7bet' watch your tone
Shout-outs Antonio, RIP tone
She said I'm not shit
But I'm makin' her moan i feel like [F]I'm Zee
'cause I'm up in New York
I'm puttin' in effort, I'm puttin' in work
I know your girl want me, yeah
She tɾyna flirt
I don't even want her, but I know you [A7hurt
Come with the cash if you [A7want a verse
Killin' my [A]features, put 'em [A]in a hearse
Kill them [A]motherfuckers, put 'em [A]in the dirt
I was [Am7]ɾeal down bad, think I had a curse
But I'm up at the top, I ain't stoppin'
Know niggas hatin', I know that they watchin'
Accepting defeat, that cannot be [Am]me
I'm mixin' the Kapital with Louis V
I feel like [F]Pharrell
I've been ɾockin' ICECREAM
Bapestas, know that they stay on [C7]the feet
Smokin' on [C7]gas, it's all [Em]in the brain
Link up with Sam when I'm off the plane
I never cared 'bout that shit they sayin'
Don't play with the stick, stick
Know you [A7don't wan' get hit
Know I'm makin' them [A]hit's, hit's
Know I cannot miss now
Wan' copy my [A]fit's, fit's
Boy wanna be [Am]like [F]me
He tellin' a fib, fib, I know that boy lyin'
I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stoppin'
Makin' some songs, my [A]fans tell me
"Drop 'em"
Designer on [C7]me and [Bm]you [A7know that I'm coppin'
Walk into [C7]Saks 'cause you
Know that I'm shoppin'
I'm in the top two and [Bm]I'm not second
Bro got [Fm7]a choppa, he's holdin' that weapon
Feel like [F]a teacher, I'll teach 'em [A]a lesson
Like Ash, already know I'ma catch 'em
