Staring at the Top lyrics

[Intro: AK Bandamont]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Woo, yeah
(Elijah)
AK Bandamont, n*gga, yeah
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse 1: AK Bandamont]
I just poured another pint, I keep on starin' at the top
Gotta watch the way I move, right now I'm starin' at the chop
I can have a gun store with bro, we sharin' all them Glocks
A thousand shells found on one street, we spared them other blocks
I just poured a pint of Wock', got ice on, and I'm with Krispy
Blew a fifty just to get a case closed, I'm gettin' busy
Fill the Drac' up with a sixty, spin with it, gettin' busy
Threw a sixty in the drain, b*tch, when I blow, I'm hittin' Nicki
Bro outside opp shoppin', he be shootin', real n*gga
The nina only wanna hit heads, it's real picky
Free that n*gga Tone 'cause he was in the fed with me
I always keep the pills with me, raise the price and kill city
My one sl*t can't even go a day without me, real clingy
She got a Coke-bottle shape with slim waist and real titties
Duck your head, 'cause I just bought a mini chop with real titties
n*gga ain't throwin' shots without me throwin' back, we real frisky
I said, "I need your card to clear these bank checks" and she ain't think about it
Ten thousand pills on me, still speedin', guess I ain't think about it
Yeah, if you really in the streets, then know your way around it
Now, while I breathe this smoke, I fill my lungs up with marijuana
I'm finna f*ck two twin freaks, I'm finna tear this condom
My granny dumb, she told me get a job when I be gettin' thousands
I love them big 7.62s 'cause they be clearin' houses
I hate when the feds come 'cause they be clearin' houses
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
n*gga pulled up, want me to bless him, but I am not no Christian
My b*tch kids hungry, they want chicken, but I am not gon' fix it
You better call your daddy, lil' f*cker, that is not my business
I'm hittin' the wall in her pus*y, but I keep on diggin'
I'm out of town with four college hoes at a track meet
No, me and my n*ggas don't sell guns, we just stack heats
Like I'm a hater, I f*cked your hat up on the backstreet
Police took two of 'em from me, I'm on my last heat
You was a ho in high school, boy, how is you thuggin'?
In ninth grade, I had three-for-tens, I had my house jumpin'
Under the influence, drunk, tryna shoot, you just got lucky
Pick the bossest n*gga in your clique and turn him to my flunky
You a nasty n*gga, you would f*ck a junkie
Don't discriminate, support Trump, I'll serve a hunky
I got him stabbed in the feds, my cousin was his bunky
You ain't never got no cheese, you ain't never got no money
Walk him down in designer, they thought they seen Saks Fifth shootin'
I love them old b*tches, yeah, I'm on my tenth cougar
Off a Perc' f*ckin' while Netflix goin', we on our sixth movie
I want ten-seventeen for this half a 'bow, but I am not with Gucci
Went and dropped TRX, I f*cked around and threw them Rambo Ruccis
I really used to f*ck with Webbie, I wasn't no fan of Boosie
In a double-M movin' the bag from Michigan to Massachusetts
b*tch, KrispyLife, n*gga
We gon' do it just like that