On Top by King Gotit Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Turn a four door to a hearse, that boy dead off in the trunk
Turn a four door to a vert, that boy head off in the trunk
I got my whole team suites up on the top
We caught so many, call the dealer up on drop
What you know 'bout goin' to court escorted by cops?
Think about it, goin' to shows escorted by cops
I can't go cop me no drop (why not?)
I don't know much about drivin' (why?)
I'm the back of the 'Bach (why?)
Can't pull no Tupac where I'm hidin' (hah)
My mama hated seein' her son in the cage
Never gave a fuck about bein' no stage
'Cause fame never meant a nigga got paid
Porsche lookin' like he probably got ate
[Chorus]
Bitch I feel like I'm top, like I'm on top
I'm gettin' all of this gwap, bitch I feel like I'm top
I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots
They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top
Bitch I feel like I'm top, I turn the 'Bach to a drop
We get escorted by cops, who the hell want me to stop? (nobody)
I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots
They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top
[Verse 2]
Had to go and cop some ice, already had the juice
If she think about it twice, I'ma take her ass, she through
All my posse keep it locked like we just waitin' on you to move
Swear I feel like my name Mike and I'm just waitin' on you to lose
Catchin' my L, still got them M's
Don't need no L's in the back of the Benz
Ten plus twelve, spent that on a gem
Boy lookin' at him then they lookin' at them
Pull up, hop out, I might go crazy on holmes
Lil whoadie you way out your zone
I bought lil baby a homie, then left lil baby a loan
Yeah what the fuck is you on?
I'm forty-eight plus fifty-two (a hundred)
Girls the only one I listen to
Sometimes they call me like I miss you boo
I got a habit, tell you like I miss you too
You won't get a deal but get your issue though
I let the yopper kiss you with no mistletoe
She in that lil body, what you missin' for?
Sellin' kale up out it, what you with her for?
[Chorus]
Bitch I feel like I'm top, like I'm on top
I'm gettin' all of this gwap, bitch I feel like I'm top
I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots
They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top
Bitch I feel like I'm top, I turn the 'Bach to a drop
We get escorted by cops, who the hell want me to stop? (nobody)
I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots
They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top
Turn a four door to a hearse, that boy dead off in the trunk
Turn a four door to a vert, that boy head off in the trunk
I got my whole team suites up on the top
We caught so many, call the dealer up on drop
What you know 'bout goin' to court escorted by cops?
Think about it, goin' to shows escorted by cops
I can't go cop me no drop (why not?)
I don't know much about drivin' (why?)
I'm the back of the 'Bach (why?)
Can't pull no Tupac where I'm hidin' (hah)
My mama hated seein' her son in the cage
Never gave a fuck about bein' no stage
'Cause fame never meant a nigga got paid
Porsche lookin' like he probably got ate
[Chorus]
Bitch I feel like I'm top, like I'm on top
I'm gettin' all of this gwap, bitch I feel like I'm top
I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots
They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top
Bitch I feel like I'm top, I turn the 'Bach to a drop
We get escorted by cops, who the hell want me to stop? (nobody)
I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots
They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top
[Verse 2]
Had to go and cop some ice, already had the juice
If she think about it twice, I'ma take her ass, she through
All my posse keep it locked like we just waitin' on you to move
Swear I feel like my name Mike and I'm just waitin' on you to lose
Catchin' my L, still got them M's
Don't need no L's in the back of the Benz
Ten plus twelve, spent that on a gem
Boy lookin' at him then they lookin' at them
Pull up, hop out, I might go crazy on holmes
Lil whoadie you way out your zone
I bought lil baby a homie, then left lil baby a loan
Yeah what the fuck is you on?
I'm forty-eight plus fifty-two (a hundred)
Girls the only one I listen to
Sometimes they call me like I miss you boo
I got a habit, tell you like I miss you too
You won't get a deal but get your issue though
I let the yopper kiss you with no mistletoe
She in that lil body, what you missin' for?
Sellin' kale up out it, what you with her for?
[Chorus]
Bitch I feel like I'm top, like I'm on top
I'm gettin' all of this gwap, bitch I feel like I'm top
I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots
They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top
Bitch I feel like I'm top, I turn the 'Bach to a drop
We get escorted by cops, who the hell want me to stop? (nobody)
I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots
They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top