Top Floor lyrics

[Intro]
Ugh
It's Kazz and Shizzy
Digital f*ckin' Dealers
Rebel Squad, Riot Gang
20-f*ckin'-13
Hollywood Kazz got class

[Verse 1: Kazzy Chase]
Trust no n*gga, no b*tch before my own
Got some rebels & rioters
Looking quiet
But them motherf*ckers are down to guard my thrown
Living in a city I'm about to own
Super serial, they hear it in my tone
But I ain't planning on being up here alone
Hit the doobie & I take off
For the sake of
Jake's off, when I make off
Like I'm Madoff with the paper
Last like a 8-ball
Sonning all these motherf*ckers & I'm a super hero
f*ck a belt, my n*gga, I'mma take my cape off
Tell a hating n*gga wank off
Hit him with the same piece of wood he gon' walk the plank off
f*ck money, n*gga, we be getting plates, dog
Press up, same sh*t we eating cake off
...me & Sixx, we sh*tting on haters
...top floor, n*gga, ain't no neighbors
...no doors, my n*gga, elevators
...we don't see the motherf*ckers on the first floor, they ain't make it
Cause at the top, it's just us, n*gga
Shizzy Chase & Kazzy Sixx come late like bus, n*gga
I got this media marketing sh*t in cuffs, n*gga
Top floor, my Palms suite is the puff prison
[Hook: Kazzy Chase] (Shizzy)
YAK!
Put a n*gga in a hearse, put a milli on a verse
We at the top, they on the first
YAK!
(that's that rooftop on these n*ggas
We that third degree, u dig it
See we too hot for these n*ggas)
We on that top floor (we on that top floor)
Yeah (you dig?)
We on that top floor (we on that top floor)

[Verse 2: Shizzy Sixx]
I said I'm penthouse living
With that Hen' out sipping
b*tch, I'm 21 & I get it done
Showing n*ggas they ain't really living
Never been slipping
Doper than the bags you get from your dealer
Get set, get lifted
Running on my own, b*tch, I'm in the zone
Sitting on the thrown & I did it unassisted
See prince & I got it locked
b*tch, I got my spot
Ride the wave like a pop & lock
With a flow like the wind when I drop the top
Act up, show face & I'll pop your top
You dig it?
Nothing more than a literal lyricist
Serious, putting an end to your syllable gibberish
n*ggas seem to chatter 'til I aim at you
Oh, you better than me? ain't that cute
You got weapons drawn, you wanna get it on
b*tch, I'll kick you from the roof that I'm stepping on
Take a man to reflect on the words you speak
Don't go uttering some sh*t you ain't about my G
You don't run wild like me
Legit with style like me
Make n*ggas rewind like me
I got the juice, I'm like nine iced teas
Boy
Suicide & Hollywood Kazz
A beast out of Brooklyn, making Hollywood spaz
With a potty mouth, play me in front of your parents
Watch your mommy vanish, steez that'll ruin your daddy's marriage
Vicious
[Hook: Kazzy Chase] (Shizzy)
YAK!
Put a n*gga in a hearse, put a milli on a verse
We at the top, they on the first
YAK!
(that's that rooftop on these n*ggas
We that third degree, u dig it
See we too hot for these n*ggas)
We on that top floor (we on that top floor)
Yeah (you dig?)
We on that top floor (we on that top floor)
Yeah (you dig?)

[Outro]
We on that top floor (we on that top floor)
Yeah (you dig?)