Top Shelf lyrics

[Verse 1: Larry June]
I'm in the A, I hit a lick, now I'm thumbin through a check
Got the pack, betta have it, cuz a n*gga need em bands
Roll the ?, then I hit the Shmurda Dance
I got so many hoes, I got a different phone for them
I'm a pimp, I'm a Mac, I'm a muthaf*ckin' G
Made a b*tch round one, f*cked a b*tch round three
OGG, TFM, 808 on the beatnn
I'm from the muthaf*ckin' bay, we don't smoke no bamma weed
b*tch hit me on my trap phone it's good
Don't hit me on my iPhone, b*tch ya know that Im the good
Got n*ggas in the deal, shout out Neil, that's my cuz
I'm a real street n*gga, didn't change up fo' nothin'

[Chorus: OG Maco]
Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf
Money pillin' up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, f*ck a fat ass
Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress
Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf
Money pillin' up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, f*ck a fat ass
Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

[Verse 2: OG Maco]
I'm in Cali, ain't no bad b*tch, just that fire piff and dank
I been runnin' round the country now my roaches in L.A
I been kickin in the Bay, couple boxes on the way
Trackin' numbers, say its lit, cool, back to f*ckin' on yo b*tch mmhm
Free mind, but the game locked, its a hot summer with me and June
Tall hoes into small rooms, bend em over, we dot the thigh
Muthaf**k what my haters say, we ain't neva seen eye to eye
Oh, you bad cuz you subtweet, n*ggas food like bird meat
Chirp chirp, shootin' .3s, young Mac Nowitzki
? buildin', my cup flimsy, syrrup sippin', I'm not tipsy
This a grown man, that Walt Disney
I'm OG Mac (who?) OG Mac, young n*gga, brought trill back
Lived dope, I spit crack
[Chorus: OG Maco]
Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf
Money pillin' up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, f*ck a fat ass
Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress
Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf
Money pillin' up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, f*ck a fat ass
Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress

[Verse 3: Larry June]
Cracked the seal on a brick, so I'm leanin' out
I got peas of the loud, do you need a pack?
Shoes string around the mac', and it hold 30 rounds
You a fake n*gga, so ya neva heard of that
Meet me in the projects, at the candy house
Did a play for a nig', bout the cannon out
Me and Balla in my 6 screamin' f*ck a drout
Me and Balla in my 6 screamin' f*ck a drout
My money long, my b*tch bad
I do this sh*t cuz it's nothin'
I don't do coke, I break hoes
Im a real n*gga, you frontin'
f*ck the police and the DA, I ain't pullin' ova, I'm runnin'
Spent 400 for these Y3s, I neva do the true religion
[Chorus: OG Maco]
Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf
Money pillin' up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, f*ck a fat ass
Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress
Mad cuz you smokin' off the top-shelf
Money pillin' up like a car wreck
We in traffic with the package, f*ck a fat ass
Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress