Top flo slimin

Gang, gang, gang, shit, nigga cerotonin, all that, nigga Ayy, ayy, ain't turn my back on my niggas, I'm one call away I might tell you that I'm sorry, but it won't be today I ain't smoked up in a week, cause I been doggin' the drank Niggas out here dick riding, we be riding in straights I be five-star eatin, so it's blood in the steak Bitch, you bet not get my face when you take pics of the plate Boy I know that hoe was good, but I was playin' it safe I'm a slime her, before she slime me, and my mind made I'ma run it up for real, make them wish they ain't play And my lady like Pharrell, she got Chanel by the case She gon' tell me that I'm quiet, I ain't got nothin' to say I'm just thinkin' in my head how I'ma f*ck off this pape She just thinkin' in her head who I was with yesterday Battered up about a hoe, boy, I knew you was lame I run circles around a bitch, probably teach her the game Niggas holdin' me responsible, I taught em' they ways I was 15 years old, tryna jugg for a chain Niggas damn near, pushin' 30, tryna jugg for a name Bitch, I'm top floor slimin, still just grindin Still a hoe a bitch, even knowin' she the finest Left when I start goin' up, we call it perfect timing Manifested everything in songs when I was lyin Boy them vultures still plotting, I'm still nodding Off behind the wheel, drugs really got me flying With my brother, right or wrong, boy, you know I'm biased She can never say she wrong, that's why her ass cryin Ayy, I fell out with my bitch, shit, it is what it is You don't see it my way, f*ck you, been that way since a kid And my pride too attached, and her ego too big And my head all fucked from the way that I live And I make a lot of money, and it go to my head You don't even got a hunnid, but you still in the bed You don't even wanna change it, boy you better off dead She ain't fuckin' with my habits, but she love me off meds Tryna find a loyal hoe, feel like I'm lookin' for red I be livin' super fast, you think I'm lookin' for death My white hoe tell me invest, all I know is the Jwett He gon' move when I move, so I'm fakin' my steps I be havin' to play it cool, cause it get hard bein' the best Raf Simons on the shoes, Rick Owen crew neck Pretty bitch say she love me, but it's just for the sex But I look good as f*ck, so what the f*ck I expect Girl, this shit up in my genes, ain't nothin' like the rest I'll do her ass foul, like I'm tied with the ref And I really gotta stop shopping, boy my closet a mess Bitches tryna slime you out, but say they love you to death Man that's crazy I don't blame her, I'd do the same shit Ayy, and I ain't take it personal And I ain't take it personal Ayy, and I be off the perkys though Chrome Heart, clear frames, this my nerdy flow Ha, ha, ha Yeah, yeah Ayy, and I lose control Don't know what I'm sippin I don't know what I'm sippin Don't know what I'm sippin Spendin' time on the road Don't know what I'm sippin Know what I'm feeling All I know is I lose control Lose control Don't know what I'm sippin I don't know what I'm feeling But I think I like it though