letra de top spot - zaybang
[intro]
n-gga, and i’m comin’ for that top spot
[chorus]
ayy, b-tch, i’m comin’ for that top spot
these 40s jumpin’ out this b-tch, these ain’t no pop rocks
just made a fresh fifty-ball, i’m finna cop watch
the gleek right next to the bed, it ain’t no lockbox
you better ask about my name, they got me f-cked up
and you could stay out my dm, b-tch, i don’t f-ck ducks
this n-gga talkin’ ’bout a fight and i got somethin’ tucked
and tell foreign punch me in, i’m off a peach crush
[verse 1]
n-gga, ayy, and let the b-tch choose
clown n-gga, all you missin’ is some big shoes
you told the teacher when my n-ggas went to skip school
you handcuffin’ on that ho, let the b-tch loose
you broke, n-gga, you ain’t never put no bag up
a n-gga push up on this whip, make him back up
they tryna find out what i’m in, this the fast one
i’m with the sh-t, plus a n-gga got his cash up
could call jim, he could get a n-gga ten pints
and we ain’t scary, but i’m tellin’ you, we don’t fight
we in the city, i ain’t finna stop at no light
it’s three n-ggas, but on mama’s, we got four pipes, n-gga
[chorus]
ayy, b-tch, i’m comin’ for that top spot
these 40s jumpin’ out this b-tch, these ain’t no pop rocks
just made a fresh fifty-ball, i’m finna cop watch
the gleek right next to the bed, it ain’t no lockbox
you better ask about my name, they got me f-cked up
and you could stay out my dm, b-tch, i don’t f-ck ducks
this n-gga talkin’ ’bout a fight and i got somethin’ tucked
and tell foreign punch me in, i’m off a peach crush
[verse 2]
i’m by myself, but i’m pullin’ up with draco
them 5.6s hit his head, where his face go?
they said his flesh out there lookin’ like some play-doh
i think this n-gga sold his money, where his pape’ go?
but look, ayy, b-tch, i’m on some new sh-t
these new whips, i’m pullin’ up, they like, “who is this?”
you broke, b-tch, you ain’t never seen no loose slip
(ayy, haha, nah, not to lie to motherf-ckers, i don’t know what them is)
ayy, but, ayy, i got my cash right
i walk past and got it slappin’ ’cause that ass right
i made ten just today, but this a bad night
i’m sippin’ juice in my section [?]
[chorus]
ayy, b-tch, i’m comin’ for that top spot
these 40s jumpin’ out this b-tch, these ain’t no pop rocks
just made a fresh fifty-ball, i’m finna cop watch
the gleek right next to the bed, it ain’t no lockbox
you better ask about my name, they got me f-cked up
and you could stay out my dm, b-tch, i don’t f-ck ducks
this n-gga talkin’ ’bout a fight and i got somethin’ tucked
and tell foreign punch me in, i’m off a peach crush
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