Top Shottas 2K25 Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Robb Bank$]
n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga
Yeah f*ck n*gga, yeah
(430 Deathless, "Who the hell is Carlos?")

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Yeah, ay, ay
pus*y n*gga you left that lil b*tch everything
And I left everything in her face
Boy I don't give no f*ck about nann n*gga feelings, no way
About how I did they Dame
n*gga in every situation I'm Jay
I gave a hard knock to ya bae
Reasonably doubt a n*gga in they face
Throw up the Roc when I walk away
I don't know nann f*ck n*gga that can see me
I don't know nann b*tch that ain't wanna eat me
I don't know nann one of y'all n*ggas claim that we friends
Just to get in the section and meet me
Groupie ass lil n*gga
Pick a side then switch and slap the sh*t out one of you n*ggas
Fanned out like these b*tches
I always knew you was better as an electrician
n*gga, I got these hoes going brazy
I'm f*cking her face and you gave her a baby
And your jit over here like this lame n*gga raised me
n*gga ask your lil dime if I'm the one you should play with
On my soul yeah you n*ggas be crazy
All my life y'all f*ck n*ggas hated
n*gga none in this life fair, we was faded
We grew up jumpin' n*ggas you had to save 'em
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Grew up hustlin' n*gga I had to have it
n*gga want new shoes, but I want the wagon
Created my first rack then I caught the habit
It was just me and Breeze, with a brick of weed
In an Oldsmobile wit an assassin
b*tch pop that ass for the captain
Looking like her titties too hard and firm
When the top come off then I'm dashing
Got the (?) rollie, necklace hockey goalie froze
Give an Oscar-worth performance when that pot get on that stove
I see you n*ggas lying dormant, now they knocking at my door like
(Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock)
This sh*t on the floor, n*gga
I'm in the Mercedes drop
You look like you not getting paid a lot
I'm dressing like I'm getting paid to shop
You're lucky your grandmama prayed a lot
You probably wouldn't have made it off of the block
'cause you lil n*ggas not brave enough
Tekken kick a n*gga out of the section
If the n*gga ain't came with us

[Verse 3: Big Short]

[Verse 4: Boldy James]