"TOP" lyrics

I don't too close to my hoes
I don't get personal with my thots
They the main ones to turn against you, then they turn to opps
Few things that they good for like bringing bitches to the spot
If I got her counting guap, best believe she pourin' drop
Convertibles with no ceilings yeah, all my rooftops gone
Im fuckin' her with no feelings yeah, if she turn me on
Laying low with a sniper, I'm in the grass, I'm gettin' prone
Talm' 'bout gettin' high off pills, my drugs gon' get you drone
2 hours late for my own show cause hoes wanna give me throat
Quiet girls ain't tryna study, they tryna show me they notes
Lil momma wanna sit down on my dick, no standup comedy jokes
I be the first one with that blick, I fire off just a roast
Custom in up in my lane, steppin' on that got concrete lanes
Dark Knight, Bruce Wayne, all my enemies Joker, Bane
I could love my racks, my commas, digits on my bank
Driving Murcielago, she be driving me insane
Mad at a nigga cause a nigga ain't the same
Caterpillar to butterfly, you 'gotta make a change
Wu-Tang, ODB, styro double cup
Clean drugs, dirty piss, double muddied up
Hold it down long enough, guarantee you gettin' up
I was fuckin' with the plug, the brown and tan will get you stuck
Pink molly, brown molly, white girl named Holly
R.I.P the [?] ,that's where we met these thotties
She got pills, half of 'em Fentanyl, half of 'em Oxy