On Top by KiingRod Lyrics
[Verse 1: KiingRod]
I been ballin’ on you niggas non-stop, God damn
I know you only hatin’ ‘cause I’m on top, God damn
I ain’t dropped the ball ‘cause I ain’t worried ‘bout the gram
But I promise I get to it, I’m just runnin’ up these bands
50s on the 100s, God damn it’s hard to think
Money on my mind, got me forgetting how to blink
Deezy in the corner, wrong movie won’t think
I’m just tryna let you know before you let the fifty sink
[Verse 2: Deezy]
Fuck you and your gang, we make a [?] bull sing
He was speakin’ on the dead, what the fuck the nigga think
I put 50 on this choppa, ‘nother 30 on this Glock
If I nigga diss the game then we posted on his block
And they like forty out the bitch just to bust out my watch
I feel like Stephen in this bitch the way I came in with those shots
My own nigga changed up, I should of pinned him to a cross
Shit I had to quit my job, ‘cause what’s a worker to a boss?
[Verse 3: KiingRod]
Fuck a job, we ain’t workin’ checkin’ chicken out the bitch
Deezy grab the whip, we got a flight in a bit
Got a new plate, we gon’ hit off the shit
And we ain’t gon’ stop ‘till we get the gang rich
[?] backdoor, I need all that foreign shit
Coke, Air Forcers, Backwoods, and yo bitch
If ain’t already hit, then I know the gang did
Strictly the only fuckin’ brothers, you know what the gang is
[Verse 4: Deezy]
I might die, go to jail, shit it’s what the gang is
Gettin’ cold in my city, get a strap to keep the kids
Niggas lookin’ lost like they don’t know what life to live
My old lady broke my heart, so I ain’t got no love to give
Poppin’ percs with the lean like I ain’t got no life to live
Sorry if I rude but things is fuckin’ with the kid
I got money, I got problems, I like drugs, I like Woods
For the niggas talkin’ crazy I put a 30 in this clip
[Verse 5: Kiing]
Fuck that love shit, give my all to a bitch
Usin’ perc 30, I ain’t stressin’ over shit
Money is the motive, been the move since a kid
Diamond’s drippy-drip-drip, you know slick don’t slip
Lose my trust once then that shit be gone
Fucked your bitch once but I made her go home
[Verse 6: Deezy]
I’m the type to get a telly, never take her to my home
I keep callin’ all these shots, I feel like Madden in my zone
Think the boys tap my line, so when we talkin’ on this phone
“Baby I don’t want yo pussy can you give a nigga dome?”
How you in your bag, but never threw yo dog a bone?
Brody bring the percs, so you know time to [?]
I been ballin’ on you niggas non-stop, God damn
I know you only hatin’ ‘cause I’m on top, God damn
I ain’t dropped the ball ‘cause I ain’t worried ‘bout the gram
But I promise I get to it, I’m just runnin’ up these bands
50s on the 100s, God damn it’s hard to think
Money on my mind, got me forgetting how to blink
Deezy in the corner, wrong movie won’t think
I’m just tryna let you know before you let the fifty sink
[Verse 2: Deezy]
Fuck you and your gang, we make a [?] bull sing
He was speakin’ on the dead, what the fuck the nigga think
I put 50 on this choppa, ‘nother 30 on this Glock
If I nigga diss the game then we posted on his block
And they like forty out the bitch just to bust out my watch
I feel like Stephen in this bitch the way I came in with those shots
My own nigga changed up, I should of pinned him to a cross
Shit I had to quit my job, ‘cause what’s a worker to a boss?
[Verse 3: KiingRod]
Fuck a job, we ain’t workin’ checkin’ chicken out the bitch
Deezy grab the whip, we got a flight in a bit
Got a new plate, we gon’ hit off the shit
And we ain’t gon’ stop ‘till we get the gang rich
[?] backdoor, I need all that foreign shit
Coke, Air Forcers, Backwoods, and yo bitch
If ain’t already hit, then I know the gang did
Strictly the only fuckin’ brothers, you know what the gang is
[Verse 4: Deezy]
I might die, go to jail, shit it’s what the gang is
Gettin’ cold in my city, get a strap to keep the kids
Niggas lookin’ lost like they don’t know what life to live
My old lady broke my heart, so I ain’t got no love to give
Poppin’ percs with the lean like I ain’t got no life to live
Sorry if I rude but things is fuckin’ with the kid
I got money, I got problems, I like drugs, I like Woods
For the niggas talkin’ crazy I put a 30 in this clip
[Verse 5: Kiing]
Fuck that love shit, give my all to a bitch
Usin’ perc 30, I ain’t stressin’ over shit
Money is the motive, been the move since a kid
Diamond’s drippy-drip-drip, you know slick don’t slip
Lose my trust once then that shit be gone
Fucked your bitch once but I made her go home
[Verse 6: Deezy]
I’m the type to get a telly, never take her to my home
I keep callin’ all these shots, I feel like Madden in my zone
Think the boys tap my line, so when we talkin’ on this phone
“Baby I don’t want yo pussy can you give a nigga dome?”
How you in your bag, but never threw yo dog a bone?
Brody bring the percs, so you know time to [?]