Top 1

Like, I'm top one for this rappin' shit

Nigga they know who the face is

Youngest nigga on my block

I'm the youngest nigga tryna rearrange faces

This .40 hold ten and every time we bend it's more than five

We leave niggas wasted

And they know every trip that I'm down to go do it

Just bend on the opps, and make pap' quick

Might not ever catch me takin' PT

Cop a renty or Uber or black truck

Stacks right beside me, throw shots if he Gwee

Tired of smokin' Mali, he don't bun enough

If I call you my mans and you movin' stingy wit' the wave

You get brushed, don't tuck from us

And I do my homework on bitches, you can't line me

Could always tell when somethings up (L producer, Patt)

And this money ain't gon' make itself

I be on that block trappin' 'til the sun is up

You gotta have some balls comin' through my block

I wanna see who really dumb enough

Before I step out of the crib

I make sure I got paper on me, and my gun is tucked

Gotta get up close on them niggas 'cause I'ma be drid

If I don't tag at least one of them

I like when all odds is against me (On bro)

You gotta catch that B to impress me (On bro)

Bro put the streets before school

He don't know how to spell, but he know how to flex weed

(He know how to flex weed)

This shit get too easy

I just fucked a bitch I just met, forget her name already

(Bow, bow)

Like, troop through the 4, I'm preein' every single movement

I can't go, I'm too Perry (Bow, bow, like)

Walk 'em down in the Asics

Double handin' the G, I get basic

Gotta creep up slow when you wavin' it

In love wit' the drill, word to bro, I start bangin' it

Thirty stick in the G-12, I'm swingin'

Shit jammed in the drill, word to bro I start beatin' it

Beam get to flashin', on bro gotta tweak it

Too tall for the drill, gotta walk up and lean wit' it

Dig on the Makk, but I back out the gat

Put the beam to his face, niggas know I'm elite wit' it

Flick to the beat while I yell out "What's Gunnin'?"

It's like a mic and a beat when I'm singin' it

Creep, creep, f—flick to the beat

I don't care who I hit, I just want me a B

I move at the Makk, forty-eight too elite

I start piecin' the Makk then I back out my heat

Too much 'ooters around, you can't dodge 'em all

Too much pain in my heart, I can't down 'em all

Never too late to go suit up and drill in the field on the opps

Word to bro, you can't doubt 'em all

Lil' bro thirteen in the field tryna get up his rank on the Kreeps

Double hands

Fuck up they heads, one knee on the floor

Gotta shoot wit' my left when I get in my stance

I'm wit' the F's and the L'zzz in the party

But you know that I'm glidin' wit' Etho

Too much 'ooters around in the club

If you push up on us, you get shot like a free throw

Spanish bitch on my dick, I don't know what she said but

She like to Boquito

Don't know what that mean, but the booty too fat

I just hit one time then I pass her to Etho

We got the cars parked up on the Kreeps

Greenlight, now we gon' troop up to 46

Gotta wrap up my ankle wit' foil

Back out, now they got me on that bullshit

Shout out the Ape, he was savin' the L's

But I'm droppin' the Lz and I dare him to glitch

Shout out the Dub but I can't wait to flick

Cause he throw up the L, word to bro we gon' flick

Glitch, glitch, watch how I—

Glitch, glitch, watch how I flick

I don't need not a soul, niggas know how I get

Put the G in her purse, let her tote on the grip

Don't pull funny stunts, twelve in the morning tryna get you a vid

We gon' throw out the whip

(Bow, bow, bow-bow, bow-bow)