Top 3 Me lyrics

[Verse]
f*ck a top five, n*gga, top-three me
Came up on a lil' bit, went and copped pieces
Different colored pills on me, this is not Easter
Bad b*tch ass in my face like she Rikishi
I be blowin' money fast, I am not Meech
Yo, it's money in that bag and some Wockeisha
Bought the b*tch a gold force, she my top eater
Eighty-inch pop up out the bed, got this thot screaming
Her nails done, hair done, jewelry hit without the light
Her hair down, yeah, alright, no makeup on, she lookin' right
And when she make it back home, she 'bout to catch another flight
This b*tch got the best dome, when she gone, it made me cry
Pop a pill and take off, get in my zone, it make me fly
I see she 'bout to say she love me, baby, go on and make me lie
Like why you troll on Instagram? Why you wanna make me rob?
Playin' with the wrong n*gga, bro, I'm goin' to make you die
Hop out, he chased him down and tripped, the lady said—
Oh, you playin' dead
And this the type of sh*t that happen when you play with me
f*ckin' on the money, it's a hundred racks between the sheets
I ain't gotta speak on what I made with all my friends
I'll go and get another bag and break it down again
Forever steppin', I'll bring my brother back if I can
And f*ck a house, we'll serve it out a trailer or a van
f*ck the city up and I just heard the mayor was a fan
They know we really up and I don't think no n*ggas out here real as us
She stayed down, I paid the doc' to lift her titties up
She on her P, so when she suck, she try to titty-f*ck
I call him Zack, he ran off and brodie filled him up
Stop playin' with my life, n*gga
Stop playin' with my ice, n*gga
It cost a lot, so you supposed to see it
And they sayin' you the sh*t, you supposed to be it
Send a pic of Kaepernick so I know you need it
She for sure a demon, suck my soul out me
I tell her stop when I'm c*mmin', but she tell me no, papi
Them lil' n*ggas owe me money, I just call 'em Osiris
Got everything the hood need, sh*t, the trap like O'Reilly's