On Top lyrics

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Rollin off them hittas, sippin on that lean
[?] Lamron shorty, all the b*tches one way
We posted on the block, come through we let off shots
When I be through with getting that top, I be ready for that gwop
Touchdown, we on top
[?] put me on top
Tell my b*tch I want top
Don't play, bodies get dropped
Understand we on top
[?] put me on top
Tell my b*tch, I want top
Don't play, bodies get dropped

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
I be on my grind, boy, boy im on my grizzind
You ain't got mine, then somebody dizziying
Higher than a b*tch, man it feel like I'm flizzying
And I'm Coolin in the trap, tryna get rid of
Glory boy b*tch, 061 and Indiana
And I'm posted on the block, yeah I'm flexin with them hammers
Name rings bells, b*tch Fredo Santana
f*ck around with me, man them killers they be at ya
Reese hat it do, and I'm tryna get my bands up
[?] and these n*ggas tryna handcuff
Just f*cked her face, f*ck it, let my man's f*ck
The b*tch don't wanna f*ck with me, I tell that b*tch she mean nothing
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Rollin off them hittas, sippin on that lean
[?] Lamron shorty, all the b*tches one way
We posted on the block, come through we let off shots
When I be through with getting that top, I be ready for that gwop
Touchdown, we on top
[?] put me on top
Tell my b*tch I want top
Don't play, bodies get dropped
Understand we on top
[?] put me on top
Tell my b*tch, I want top
Don't play, bodies get dropped


[Verse 2: Sasha Go Hard]
I am not the same, no, who the f*ck are you?
[?] n*ggas got it, so I got the coupe
Timbs on, so I dare a b*tch to think it's nice
Blood in my ass, hood living in my life
Real sh*t, I'm a real ass b*tch
Got a lotta enemies, I'm pretty, getting rich
Shawty I'm getting payed, I swear there's no way
These n*ggas stopping me, [?] blocking me
Money is all I see, cause b*tch we share the streets
I keep war, cause these haters tryna bury me
A young bad b*tch, tatted up, swag on
Real n*ggas kill n*ggas with the Trues on
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Rollin off them hittas, sippin on that lean
[?] Lamron shorty, all the b*tches one way
We posted on the block, come through we let off shots
When I be through with getting that top, I be ready for that gwop
Touchdown, we on top
[?] put me on top
Tell my b*tch I want top
Don't play, bodies get dropped
Understand we on top
[?] put me on top
Tell my b*tch, I want top
Don't play, bodies get dropped


[Verse 3: Lil Reese]
Money b*tch I'm hot, ain't sh*t sweet you'll get dropped
From a b*tch I want top, everybody off them yops
Couple hittas loading them Glocks, so please don't get shot
Glory Boys we on top, either ride or get flocked
61st, thats they block, so that mean that's our block
OTF f*ck the opps, drop a 4 off in my pop
Body slow like I'm off yops
Sliding them thotties to our block
[?] put me on top, all my n*ggas shooting them chops
Tatted up [?]
Everybody playing they part, broski nem coming up hot
Shooting dice coming up hard
Broski nem cracking them cards
Catching stains going on lames, it's all in the game
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Rollin off them hittas, sippin on that lean
[?] Lamron shorty, all the b*tches one way
We posted on the block, come through we let off shots
When I be through with getting that top, I be ready for that gwop
Touchdown, we on top
[?] put me on top
Tell my b*tch I want top
Don't play, bodies get dropped
Understand we on top
[?] put me on top
Tell my b*tch, I want top
Don't play, bodies get dropped