"Back On Top" lyrics
Boldy James & Antt Beatz Lyrics
(Antt did the track)
Where we at, Beatz?
Two-way, duece, siete
You see the Cartis, nigga play with me and it's a pizza party
You might've seen me on the Dyke with 5Z and Marty
Insides crying, shit feel like a nigga dying
Small things to a giant, I'ma come back out this shit on top
I'ma come back out this shit on top
I'ma come back out this shit on top
Three hundred grits of topside fresh up out the mixer
Snatched the extras out the press and passed them out to my sniffers
Stacked a thousand, kids smack down to split a mister
Put it with this other seven, twenties slapping off the Richter
Fell in love with my junkie and my sifter
Hear them niggas say they getting money but I beg to differ
Got a fiend at my ring, I met off Eileen
Way she cook and clean for me, nigga damn near wanna kiss her
Wish that I can win her often but she keep on calling
Late nights, early morning, pulling up with big spenders
Foreign Coupe on E, old school jamming like it's 92.3
Brick in a Benz fender
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat balling big rigger, ghetto rich nigga
Half brick of Whoa Nelly, all grits
Gave my unc my old Pelle just for cleaning up the dog shit
You see the Cartis, nigga play with me and it's a pizza party
You might've seen me on the Dyke with 5Z and Marty
Insides crying, shit feel like a nigga dying
Small things to a giant, I'ma come back out this shit on top
I'ma come back out this shit on top
I'ma come back out this shit on top
She seen my blood died by hands of my enemy, niggas too finicky
Slap a drum and a violin, that's a symphony
You ever carried seven to fifteen hundro through a racist town?
Ever touched a fifty clip so quick that that shit had you frightened?
Thinking that he just might be a 'undo tryna take you down
Brodie just came home from a dime and he right back indicted
Clashing with the titans in the ten hundred eighty thou'
I just hope that don't no guests show up unless that's uninvited
While niggas tryna cup a board, I was tryna flight it
Closed mouth don't get fed, you got the right to be silent
Slide like a hoverboard, brick of Billie Eilish
Touching down, then body more like I'm Johnny Unitas
Hundred popper, quarter ticket milly rocker
Guns butter popcorn, Orville Redenbacher
Glock 19, least thirty in my choppy
Little nephew chipping shit'll turn a nigga to a hot topic
You see the Cartis, nigga play with me and it's a pizza party
You might've seen me on the Dyke with 5Z and Marty
Insides crying, shit feel like a nigga dying
Small things to a giant, I'ma come back out this shit on top
Where we at, Beatz?
Two-way, duece, siete
You see the Cartis, nigga play with me and it's a pizza party
You might've seen me on the Dyke with 5Z and Marty
Insides crying, shit feel like a nigga dying
Small things to a giant, I'ma come back out this shit on top
I'ma come back out this shit on top
I'ma come back out this shit on top
Three hundred grits of topside fresh up out the mixer
Snatched the extras out the press and passed them out to my sniffers
Stacked a thousand, kids smack down to split a mister
Put it with this other seven, twenties slapping off the Richter
Fell in love with my junkie and my sifter
Hear them niggas say they getting money but I beg to differ
Got a fiend at my ring, I met off Eileen
Way she cook and clean for me, nigga damn near wanna kiss her
Wish that I can win her often but she keep on calling
Late nights, early morning, pulling up with big spenders
Foreign Coupe on E, old school jamming like it's 92.3
Brick in a Benz fender
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat balling big rigger, ghetto rich nigga
Half brick of Whoa Nelly, all grits
Gave my unc my old Pelle just for cleaning up the dog shit
You see the Cartis, nigga play with me and it's a pizza party
You might've seen me on the Dyke with 5Z and Marty
Insides crying, shit feel like a nigga dying
Small things to a giant, I'ma come back out this shit on top
I'ma come back out this shit on top
I'ma come back out this shit on top
She seen my blood died by hands of my enemy, niggas too finicky
Slap a drum and a violin, that's a symphony
You ever carried seven to fifteen hundro through a racist town?
Ever touched a fifty clip so quick that that shit had you frightened?
Thinking that he just might be a 'undo tryna take you down
Brodie just came home from a dime and he right back indicted
Clashing with the titans in the ten hundred eighty thou'
I just hope that don't no guests show up unless that's uninvited
While niggas tryna cup a board, I was tryna flight it
Closed mouth don't get fed, you got the right to be silent
Slide like a hoverboard, brick of Billie Eilish
Touching down, then body more like I'm Johnny Unitas
Hundred popper, quarter ticket milly rocker
Guns butter popcorn, Orville Redenbacher
Glock 19, least thirty in my choppy
Little nephew chipping shit'll turn a nigga to a hot topic
You see the Cartis, nigga play with me and it's a pizza party
You might've seen me on the Dyke with 5Z and Marty
Insides crying, shit feel like a nigga dying
Small things to a giant, I'ma come back out this shit on top
