[Intro: toytj]
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Lit cuz I just wanna
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
I get it, I get it, I get it now
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Music going to the
Top, top, top, top
Get it, huh, get it
[Verse 1: toytj]
Ay, don’t get it twisted, music is staying unlisted
Never fall off cuz I’m shifted
You get assisted, you took a shot but you missed it
Pull out a Glock then I rifted
Ice stay frozen, straight to the top cuz I’m chosen
I keep a beretta you whippin’ a mosin, aye
Stay strapped, ten toes in
Hop in the stu, then I sleep when I’m dozin’
Aye pullin’ up, stayin’ ford focused on bands
An I’m blowin’ up, you tryna catch some these hands
So I flow it up, you tryna throw it up
Then I walk in [fortnite knock sound effect] when I slam
Catch me dripped down to thе socks, yeah it’s ice cold
Got a new chain chеck, and it’s white gold
Got 6 feats, 12 eyes like a stronghold
SOS, can’t see me with a blindfold
Nick nack paddy whack, riding in the Cadillac
Carry this like piggyback, bouta get a heart attack
Killin’ it like zodiac, monkey like a silverback
Rappin’ like a maniac, sleepin’ when I hit the sack
It’s making me yawn, you always a non
You always a pawn, like
Why you makin’ it drawn, like what was you on?
Im gettin’ the bag and I’m gone
[Verse 2: GRAHP]
Getting the bag and I’m gone, I laugh to the bank, now I’m cashing the checks
I ain’t working for your crew, you fail to impress, I keeping my hands on my deck
Been on the same team since 22, we make the dream team no hoops
Shout out to Bust Bust Bust, but this dream ain’t no bull
I glisten like diorite, never on coke ‘cus I’m sipping the Diet Rite
Shout out to Henry and Pokki! and Fireflies, Big S, Semi, Educalot, SciGuy, always my die or rides
RIP Blello, fly high, hamburger cheeseburger Big Mac Whopper
Cocking the Glock it’s an opper stopper, harder than diamond, you is at copper
Left the womb in under eight months
Still out here beating expectations
Luek wrote a Gospel, call it “scrap paper”
My tissue is tip for the waiters
I don’t write a bar, I just raise it
3k my bank racist, what just happened?
Never basic nor acid, PH is like Lapid, making it
Pop, pop, pop, pop, feel like I'm stuck in a cycle, ain’t talking
Rock rock rock rock, no telling where this might go, but we won't
Stop stop stop stop, 15 minutes like Geico we at the
Top top top top, and that ain't a misleading title
[Verse 3: toytj, GRAHP]
I took this beat and now I’m rapping, I apologize
This song took us 15 minutes, ain’t no 45
They tryna slander us, they should try some other time
Otamatones hitting on the bells like they clicked subscribe
Don’t need a chorus, but in and out this beat we teleporting
‘Cause when I hop on the mix, and I slide with the kicks, and I spit without giving a warning
I got a friend in ToyTJ no story, ay, Luek and Cypherr been taking forever
But it’s okay, anyway, we went away and cooked up the most fire bars, so whatever
[Verse 4: luek!]
Wait, who let us cook?
Call me Lil Mabu, I ain’t from the hood
And I don’t got a yacht, but a boat made of wood
And when making this song I’m like “maybe I should”
If you making this song I don’t think that you could
I bet three bands on yo running back not on yo running back
But on you running back to me
Sampling beats I’m like, “Please do not sue me”
Pull up to the mall, we be hittin the Zumiez
I’m like a pony but I got more tricks and
It’s greater than one, I ain't talking Eric
And they don't call me AV, but I got the drip
Made this beat on GarageBand and it’s still a hit
We in the Stewie no Griffin, pull up to Meg and we driftin
I’ve been up cookin up beats no sifting
I got a bag that nobody can reach in
Cookin up so fast, only 15 minutes
Ain’t small like a prawn and post up with the squad just like all of the blogs on LinkedIn
