Top Gun

I pull up, I'm out of my body Nigga be trippin I'm pullin' his out of his body Really be chillin, I come through your city I'm comin' to Vinci I'm makin' it hotty Got too hot, yeah I'm out of my body Open the score on us Mami and Mali Get to that money, it's hell on my body They cappin' the rocks, that shit don't scar I been stayin' in my lane, and I'm stayin' in my zone Came in through the bay, baby, they be askin' where I go I been gone countin' checks, gettin' to that million dollar bill I don't got a cap, boy, I been sittin' in my chair Ridin' up that million dollar bill, so I call it Rick Touchin' on my haters and my opps, so I call it Hicks Standin' on that business, and I still beatin' good And this baby trippin' out, cause I ain't hit her with that whip I'm goin' through the back, but I'm goin' through the front I don't know which one that I know, I'm the one, I'm the top gun The top gun, but I'm on top of the show Niggas really be dissin' but doin' bad for They self, what Top gun, man, your bitch ridin' on the dick And she love that shit, man, she gon' come and grip Come and grip, baby, come and let me tell your shit Every day, runnin' around with the fuckin' blick Bitch, watch out, or you might get hit with this blick Everybody in the shit, ayy, say, man, what the f*ck, man All these niggas really gay, man, f*ck y'all, nigga, man And we spun in that block like the rain time What the f*ck, man, y'all niggas really ain't gang, gang Man, I swear, man, y'all niggas just the same thing Rain niggs, man, y'all niggas, it's the old gang Old gang, man, y'all niggas really ain't bout shit When I pull up with this blick, boy, your bitch better run Better run like LaFawn when I hit you with this blick Boy, your bitch, that shit is done Say, ayy, you hear me Your fuckin' rhymes was hard, I ain't gonna lie to you, man Ayy, say