Top Floor (feat. Wes Wicks)

I can not listen to critics they all in my business so f*ck what you heard bout me Yeah I'm shit what they heard probably None of my niggas concerned round me Yah keep dissing the click caught out with yah bitch Dam I thought yah had learned from the third robbery That bitch a hoe and a nerd probably I'm on the top floor you at third probably We spot a opp what's the word on em Spinning the block we gon swerve on em Then let it flock put them birds on em We ain't gone stop till that curb on em Leaving him dead can't confirm on em Cause he told the feds what he hurd on em How you snitch on yah mans and put dirt on em Let it spray from the can like a germ on em Watch how I switch lanes on em He talking hot put that flame on em Never off track put that pain on em Spend a bag get it back in the same morning In the booth getting Jiggy I just might have to call Jiggy To bring the pro tools and get mixy My niggas get busy Spinning that shit till we dizzy Want me on a track I need fifty I can not speak to that bitch she a lame I'm in the back of back getting brain Don't come to trap it get tack shit insane Rugers and Macs we stay strapped them things We let it blow like it's tnt After the show hit a bnb She texting my phone so it's dnd Then I gotta go you ain't seeing me They tell me it's lit for me Non of these niggas did shit to me Focused I can't let it get to me She tell me she missing me She know shit can't get shit from me All these bitches is history I can not listen to critics they all in my business so f*ck what you heard bout me Yeah I'm shit what they heard probably None of my niggas concerned round me Yah keep dissing the click caught out with yah bitch Dam I thought yah had learned from the third robbery That bitch a hoe and a nerd probably I'm on the top floor you at third probably We spot a opp what's the word on em Spinning the block we gon swerve on em Then let it flock put them birds on em We ain't ganna stop till that curb on me Leaving him dead can't confirm on em Cause he told the feds what he hurd on em How you snitch on yah mans and put dirt on em Let it spray from the can like a germ on em I'm picking right up where i left off If we like his chain take his neck off Niggas is chatting and be dead soft She give me brain i collect thoughts I cannot lie i gotta problem i just buy em both when i cannot decide The f*ck is your vibe I could make more than you niggas without even stepping outside If i give a code I gotta bitch in the south i can pack up and go and get low This nigga a joke nine out of ten they going to do it themselves Just hand them them the rope We went to school and learned other shit Christian Dior wit the rubber grip We get the bag hit another lick Town after town it's another trip If cash make the world spin I'm dizzy Ride wit the 9 like I'm iggy Money power respect together that's a trizzy She want another chance got me Feeling like I'm biggie Tell em get wit me I can not listen to critics they all in my business so f*ck what you heard bout me Yeah I'm shit what they heard probably None of my niggas concerned round me Yah keep dissing the click caught out with yah bitch Dam I thought yah had learned from the third robbery That bitch a hoe and a nerd probably I'm on the top floor you at third probably We spot a opp what's the word on em Spinning the block we gon swerve on em Then let it flock put them birds on em We ain't ganna stop till that curb on me Leaving him dead can't confirm on em Cause he told the feds what he hurd on em How you snitch on yah mans and put dirt on em Let it spray from the can like a germ on em