Top Off Lyrics is Sung by Gunna. Top Off Lyrics is written by Tony T. Son.
Song Details
Song Title | Top Off |
Singer | Gunna |
Album | Top Off |
Songwriter | Sergio Giavanni Kitchens / Tony T. Son |
Music Label | Gunna |
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Top Off Lyrics
Yeah my nigga, we
We really pop this shit for real nigga, yeah
No cap, no rap cap
I took the top off, I’m dripping like hot sauce
I got drank and it’s clean raw
Baby give me that mean mouth
Hit that pussy like golf ball
I can do this without y’all
Caught a loss, I go loco
I go back to the traphouse
Break the bricks and the bales down
Cashing in and I cash out
Turn that shit to a stash house
I ain’t taking no handouts
Money calling, I’m en route
Them other niggas they been down
Blow a bag when I’m in town
They say Gunna you the best, I done went and got a check
I’m about to flex, it’s an Audemar Piguet
Rocking diamonds, I’m wet
I got water ’round my neck, I done start to worry less
Went and bought my bitch a necklace, Hi-Tech my fresh
Niggas sending me threats, I done bought another vest
I’m protecting my flesh, nigga pardon, my bad
Fifty fur on my hat, I’m havin’ them racks
I could never get attached
Got Chanel, I can see now, I got back on my feet now
I can take care my team now, I’ma hold my whole team down
Niggas hate, I don’t see how, made it out of the damn South
And I don’t even know how
‘Bout to pull me a Benz out
I took the top off
I’m dripping like hot sauce
I got drank and it’s clean raw
Baby give me that mean mouth
Hit that pussy like golf ball
I can do this without y’all
Caught a loss, I go loco
I go back to the traphouse
Break the bricks and the bales down
Cashing in and I cash out
Turn that shit to a stash house
I ain’t taking no handouts
Money calling, I’m en route
Them other niggas they been down
Blow a bag when I’m in town
Yeah I drip when I’m in town, I’m just tryna stay in bounds
And I’m milking my cash cow, Gunna came with his own sound
You ain’t stealing this flow now, blowin’ smoke and it’s so loud
I been bringing these hoes out, Gunna get in his zone now
Eat the greens, salad, yeah, nigga still rappin’
Racks got me relaxin’, bought me a gold Patek
Yeah I’m fly and I’m flashy, yeah, nigga we havin’
Tell me your profession, we gang banging active
YSL legends
Got Chanel, I can see now, I got back on my feet now
I can take care my team now, I’ma hold my whole team down
Niggas hate, I don’t see how, made it out of the damn South
And I don’t even know how
‘Bout to pull me a Benz out
I took the top off
I’m dripping like hot sauce
I got drank and it’s clean raw
Baby give me that mean mouth
Hit that pussy like golf ball
I can do this without y’all
Caught a loss, I go loco
I go back to the traphouse
Break the bricks and the bales down
Cashing in and I cash out
Turn that shit to a stash house
I ain’t taking no handouts
Money calling, I’m en route
Them other niggas they been down
Blow a bag when I’m in town
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