Lil Top lyrics

[Intro]
(Brian, you're so crazy for this)
Ayy

[Chorus]
I brung that chopper out today, this b*tch'll play a song
It sound like Lil Top
Told her I'm tryna f*ck her friend, she like, "Boy, stop"
I'm always runnin' from them boys, I don't like the cops
Man, that b*tch sucked the di*k so good that it was bedtime
The weed smoky out in traffic, guns pokin' out in public
I walk in everywhere with the gun out, I be like, "f*ck it"
Man, same thing when I be leavin', ain't no reason for me to tuck it
And Wack Jumper, but I'll show you how to get you a bucket

[Verse 1]
I'm a street n*gga, so I like bein' in the streets, I like bein' in the beef
You say you gangster, I'm a gangster, we gon' see
Man, lil' kids from my hood probably wanna be like me
'Cause I'm the one n*gga, I'm Mr. Big Shot just like Chauncey
I ain't even know I went and f*cked your b*tch, she had to remind me
Man, why n*ggas startin' to act just like hoes? Always whinin'
Man, I ain't trippin', money always the topic, lil' n*gga
Man, actin' like you out here gettin' to that money, man, stop it, n*gga
And hood n*gga, I love bein' in the hood, I made the hood hot
Was goin' broke f*ckin' with her, you know I had to stop
Them boys probably never catch me slippin', I always got my Glock
And when I'm ridin' with my b*tch, you gotta know I got some extra shots
[Chorus]
I brung that chopper out today, this b*tch'll play a song
It sound like Lil Top
Told her I'm tryna f*ck her friend, she like, "Boy, stop"
I'm always runnin' from them boys, I don't like the cops
Man, that b*tch sucked the di*k so good that it was bedtime
The weed smoky out in traffic, guns pokin' out in public
I walk in everywhere with the gun out, I be like, "f*ck it"
Man, same thing when I be leavin', ain't no reason for me to tuck it
And Wack Jumper, but I'll show you how to get you a bucket

[Verse 2]
Man, show you, man, show you how to get some money, show you how to f*ck a b*tch
Man, show you how to hit the mall and spend all that sh*t
Man, show you how to do some sh*t you never did
Man, real street n*gga, these hoes never pull up to my crib
Man, I just got a new b*tch, I break up with a b*tch like every day
She like, "I ain't seen you in weeks", I've been gettin' pape'
sh*t, I've been gettin' paid
Twenty thousand on me right now, made this yesterday
I do this every day
My heart is empty without you, I love the money that much
Maybe I love you that much, I love the drugs that much
I know that I can still f*ck her, I ain't seen her in months
She probably won't see me again unless she tryna run it up
[Chorus]
I brung that chopper out today, this b*tch'll play a song
It sound like Lil Top
Told her I'm tryna f*ck her friend, she like, "Boy, stop"
I'm always runnin' from them boys, I don't like the cops
Man, that b*tch sucked the di*k so good that it was bedtime
The weed smoky out in traffic, guns pokin' out in public
I walk in everywhere with the gun out, I be like, "f*ck it"
Man, same thing when I be leavin', ain't no reason for me to tuck it
And Wack Jumper, but I'll show you how to get you a bucket

[Outro]
(Brian, you're so crazy for this)