Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit more
Just a lil' bit more
Boy just say picture me grapin'
Ayy
Ayy
Oh, they gon' f*ck on with this right now
Ayy, ayy
NLE the Top Shotta
Yeah, yeah
I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
NLE the Top Shotta
Ayy picture me ɾollin' (yeah)
Fat Cackwood smokin', couple bitches in motion
We ain't causin' commotions but I be [Am]braggin' and [Bm]boastin'
I put the most in, I get the most out (I get it out), no doubt
I brought the Glock in and [Bm]took my [A]show out (brr, brr, brr, brr), I sold out
We break them [A]poles out for [Dm7]your show out (ayy), then ɾoll out
I got [Fm7]him hit and [Bm]then I ɾapped about it, think he know now (brr, brr)
Put a duffle bag up on [C7]his head, my [A]nigga cash out (cash out)
I get the cheese in large amounts
They callin' me the cash cow (they callin' me the cash cow)
We get the Ps, we get the pints and [Bm]then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam
Give 'em [A]teddy bears and [Bm]t-shirts, my [A]dawg'll put 'em [A]down
Told that nigga get from 'round me, I don't tɾust 'em [A](I don't tɾust 'em)
So it's f*ck 'em, brand [Bm]new chopper suppressed the muzzle whips when I bust 'em
Slide on [C7]'em, hit the brother
Then we double back with different cutters (brr, brr, brr, brr)
They know it's ɾeal, they know it's drama, so they call [Em]'em [A]off
Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (until day I die)
Yeah, you [A7know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (still cry)
We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
Stand [Bm]over with this fire
And I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die)
Niggas know how we comin', comin'
We slammin' like [F]we drummin' (slammin' like [F]we drummin')
Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin'
We leavin' them [A]niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my [A]gun and [Bm]ɾunnin' out (brr, brr)
A hunnid ɾounds keep 'em [A]comin', comin', murder on [C7]my [A]conscience (ayy, ayy)
I got [Fm7]this pistol in my [A]pants and [Bm]I'm posted where I wanna be [Am](yeah, yeah)
I made my [A]own label, I can't see no nigga sonnin' me (yeah, yeah, I'm that nigga)
I got [Fm7]too much to [C7]lose, I'm takin' you, you [A7think you [A7takin' me? (Watch)
I never been a fool, I watch your moves
You think you [A7snakin' me? (I'm watchin')
Real killer, all [Em]my [A]niggas feel safe with me
Even though they ɾeally supposed to [C7]be [Am]securin' me
I told Big Sean that I don't ɾeally need security, but that's my [A]nigga
But ain't nan nigga put fear in me
I sincerely wrote a note but they ain't hearin' me (they ain't hearin' me, cuh)
I give a junk a line of coke to [C7]go on [C7]killing sprees (they ain't hearin' me, cuh)
I told the bitch to [C7]get the drop while she was [Am7]on [C7]her knees (brr, brr)
She asked me what's in it for [Dm7]her, I said, "I got [Fm7]a tɾeat"
I skeeted, yeah, I left it on [C7]her face
And I told her, "That's the only thing you [A7gettin' from me, bae"
I live the life of a boss player until the day I die (until the day I die)
Couple bitches they feelin' on [C7]me
They sayin' that I'm fly (they sayin' that I'm fly)
Feel like [F]2pac, I got [Fm7]two bitches, they fuckin' in the spot (fuckin' in the spot)
Her ass fat, I'm grabbin', grippin', I'ma squeeze it 'til it pop
You know I get around, I get your pants down and [Bm]then I ɾock (yeah, yeah then I ɾock)
Hood nigga, I'ma pull my [A]pants down, keep on [C7]my [A]socks
Jamaican nigga, she be [Am]feelin' on [C7]my [A]hair, she like [F]my [A]locs (yeah, yeah she like [F]my [A]locs)
I put her hand [Bm]on [C7]my [A]cock, I told her, "Suck it, don't stop"
And you [A7can call [Em]me tummy, I got [Fm7]the drank up in my [A]belly (I got [Fm7]the drank up in my [A]belly)
We slid on [C7]'em, got [Fm7]to [C7]poppin', know you [A7got [Fm7]the message (brr, brr, brr)
We ain't 'bout the talkin', bitch, we 'bout the sparkin' (about to [C7]kill a nigga, yeah, we gonna merk him)
Pull up on [C7]'em [A]then we caution [C7]tape him, white-chalk him
I got [Fm7]a child but my [A]BM ɾeally be [Am]on [C7]bullshit (she on [C7]bullshit, that's facts)
I'm askin' God why, I got [Fm7]these problems on [C7]these pool pits (why I got [Fm7]'em?)
Heard another diss today, I put 'em [A]on [C7]my [A]shooter list (they on [C7]my [A]shooter list)
Shoot it up, I'm all [Em]black, I'm ɾeady to [C7]go do a man (brr, brr, brr)
Shoot a man, gun in hand
Have 'em [A]ɾunnin' like [F]the ɾunnin' man
Where you [A7ɾunnin' when I'm sprayin'?
A couple bands wrapped in ɾubber bands
Put it all [Em]up on [C7]your head (ayy)
Bands make 'em [A]dance when them [A]choppas start playin'
You sayin' what you [A7sayin' but I'm sayin' what I'm sayin' (ayy)
And my [A]nigga off the Xans he'll blam on [C7]your man (brr)
Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (until day I die)
Yeah, you [A7know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (still cry)
We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
Stand [Bm]over with this fire
And I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die)
Niggas know how we comin', comin'
We slammin' like [F]we drummin' (slammin' like [F]we drummin')
Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin'
We leavin' them [A]niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my [A]gun and [Bm]ɾunnin' out (brr, brr)
A hunnid ɾounds keep 'em [A]comin', comin', murder on [C7]my [A]conscience
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hahaha
Brr, brr, brr
Yeah, picture me ɾollin'
We bend the curve when we creepin', when we step
Picture me grapin'
Play them [A]choppas, move them [A]ɾight to [C7]left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Picture me ɾollin'
NLE the Top Shotta, got [Fm7]the bombs like [F]Al-Qaeda
Picture me grapin' (brr)
