"Top Sider" lyrics

"Top Sider"
(feat. SME TaxFree)

We finna give it to they ass all year, nigga

Ho-ah (Hoo)
If you see me on your block, I'm only here to knock my head
Hoo, I just bought a pint and got a call for some red
Hoo, I'ma buy it all 'cause my money said I can
Hoo, I can buy a Maybach, I keep doing hand to hands
Oh, you want fifty pills or you want fifty grams?
Take a trip down to Chatt', we'll come back with a bag
I just took it to the register, I ain't even see the tag
All these diamonds, wrist rocky
Only reason that I bought them, they was kicking like karate
Boy, we can have a ball-off if you really got it
I'll up your bank statement, have you pulling out your wallet
P-O-P how I pop it

Yeah
TaxFree, close the door, kill anybody that walk in, gang
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Y'ello, look

Uncut gem seller, I'm a top sider
Wrestling with this puppy dog, I need a shock collar
Rap, raise kids, do real estate, I'm a block buyer
Diamonds on my neck could turn a virgin to a cock rider
I miss Quagen so much, I be heartbroken
They be bippin' in the Bay, just leave the car open
She a dog ho, when she suck it, make her bark on it
Mix so much fent', doc said I need a heart murmur
Fuck the IRS, wanna live tax-free
She be fuckin' everybody, she just act mean
Prada shoes, I hate red bottoms, I got fat feet
Five for a pint, we'll get you robbed for tryna wax me

Told 'em don't park on 76, I'm on the back street
I got pounds for the nine, you get two for eighteen
Pour a deuce in a cream
I been saving pints lately, bro, I'm up like three P's
I score drank like I cheat
I just walked in for some Louis, walked out with Bottegas
Better not I tell me where it's hiding 'cause I know some 'bow takers
Bitch, pick one, I got a whole team full of bricklayers
Mhm, more woo than Ric Flair

Mm, I'm fastin' right now, but I'ma sip later
Four-hundred-pound bitch taker, I'm a big player
Went through my phone when I was sleepin', now my bitch hatin'
Sellin' pure white, girl, man, this bitch naked
Mm, pull them titties out
I'm talkin' 'bout the Draco, bitch, this ain't Diddy house
My bitch was sad as hell, now she happy, put a fifty out
I used to wear Chuck Taylors, but it's Ricky now
Feds wish that they could sit me down

Ho-ah (Hoo)
If you see me on your block, I'm only here to knock my head
Hoo, I just bought a pint and got a call for some red
Hoo, I'ma buy it all 'cause my money said I can
Uncut gem seller, I'm a top sider
Wrestling with this puppy dog, I need a shock collar
Rap, raise kids, do real estate, I'm a block buyer
Diamonds on my neck could turn a virgin to a cock rider


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