Top 3 lyrics

[Intro]
(GMoney)
Yeah
Four Door
Ayy

[Chorus]
Fifty thousand on his top piece
Don't talk to me 'bout no get-back, n*gga, I kill who shot me
Ayy, ayy, don't talk to me 'bout no top five, say Four in top three
Ayy, that Glock don't ever jam, I X my 43

[Verse]
I do it myself, I don't need no other n*gga recordin' me
The b*tch can't buy me a AP, that b*tch can't afford me, mm
I tried to call that b*tch, stupid-ass b*tch, she forward me
Ayy, ballin' all first half, we just in quarter three
n*gga went to jail and found me, he dropped me a quarter ki'
Said he like me, I didn't talk and these n*ggas talk way more than me
Let bruh slide 'cause it was forty-one, it's supposed to be forty-three
That n*gga said he got some smoke for me, then we goin' to see
Ain't nobody had kicked no doors for me, n*gga, you know it's me
You ain't up that durin' that robbery, can't away from me
On that— uh
Stop these n*ggas, I'll pat and frisk n*ggas
Winter time when I come out, it's time to work my wrist, n*gga
Son understand the sh*t I'm sayin', watch him get bigger
n*gga know I'm not no damn forgiver and not no forgetter
Halloween, n*gga, I'ma be turnt up all the way to December
Mr., uh, Shoot that Motherf*cker, arm, leg out the window
See me, try to go back on all that sh*t you said, remember? (Yeah)
B-A-C-K Door, that's just how I'm gon' play it, n*gga
See a pus*y n*gga, slap a pus*y-ass n*gga
I don't like that n*gga music, that sh*t trash, n*gga
Record another song and give it to the trash, n*gga (Yeah)
If you f*ck up that bag, I give you, that's your ass, n*gga
Told that b*tch I ain't nothin' like your last n*gga
Old b*tch bringin' up old sh*t, left it in the past with her (Yeah)
b*tch say that di*k so good, she damn near break my windows
Steak and hibachi, n*gga came from chicken dinners
Can't tell who real and who ain't, n*ggas be pretenders (Yeah)
n*gga come down they block trippin', get put in a blender (Yeah)
Baby say she soul searchin', I'm a born sinner (Yeah)
Bring them Glocks right to the show, I perform with 'em (Yeah)
sh*t get deeper than you know, you ain't goin' in there
Baby Four, he throw the fours, he a born member
[Chorus]
Fifty thousand on his top piece
Don't talk to me 'bout no get-back, n*gga, I kill who shot me
Ayy, ayy, don't talk to me 'bout no top five, say Four in top three
Ayy, that Glock don't ever jam, I X my 43

[Outro]
Fifty thousand on his top piece