Top Golf lyrics

[Chorus]
I ain't there, tryna make it far, dog
When I get there, I could never fall off
Block hot, hot as hell, hot sauce, cool tinted get your mans knocked off
Take somethin', get your hand sawed off
I put in work, I could never call off
Going through it, baby, talk, don't walk off
Stand down, get to the top like Top Golf
I'm bigger
I can do what I want to, I'm that n*gga
Get deep in your b*tch throat, tryna kill her
I don't care what they told you, not a killer
Care who you f*ck with, n*gga gotta get it
Turned up, listen, the opps on a n*gga
I tell her, "Come here, put that gawk on a n*gga"
My shooters, they blatting, been walkin' on n*ggas

[Verse]
I'm the biological fathеr of you n*ggas, my son
Hit 'em they all gotta get 'еm a gun
Diss me today, by tomorrow he done
n*gga feel like a thug, gon' step on a lung
Banging, we rep on em, brodie gon' step on 'em
Why the f*ck you raising up to go tell on him?
That ain't real, hell nah that ain't righteous
Me and all of my n*ggas 4Lifers
In New York with these blicks, n*gga Rikers
I seen them boys ridin' di*k, n*ggas bikers
She put so much spit on my di*k this bit'' triflin'
I get to trippin this bit'' get to psyching
Throw away so many songs, I ain't like it
I think Wop done signed a Young n*gga so icy
Everyday thuggin', I'm going through a crisis
Fighting myself feel like Tyson on Tyson
Mike, b*tch
Doggy' in the trap, he beatin' that white b*tch
Dark b*tch
n*ggas be hoes, that's why I don't like sh*t
Dappered down, I might be a flight risk
Fifty thou, this on a light day
This just some light sh*t
Sixty thou'
Only n*gga, take to send a brodie 'get em
Get a young n*gga like this
Young n*gga like that
Young n*gga spin, spin right back
Knock sh*t down, where ya flight at?
I done took off on em where my flight at?
I done sent sh*t up, where the kites at
If we go handle this business, we be right back
And I do this at home, you can't try that
I done came a long way, used to hijack
I done came a long way, used to rob
I put this on blood
Check out the car kit, trunk in the hood
I start a mosh pit whenever I do it
I started to watch sh*t, you n*ggas ain't hood
Tell ya n*gga talk sh*t now, broad day sh*t, walk sh*t down
I was just a hardhead, had to change my life, mom dukes proud
I can't even do sh*t, ain't bool n*gga' tryna jack my style
I done got the VVS and the chain sh*t all cryst' out
God, if I go broke now, bet I go back, make 'em all get down
Turn a n*gga mush mouth, sh*t shut down just for talkin' not loud
[Chorus]
I ain't there, tryna make it far, dog
When I get there, I could never fall off
Block hot, hot as hell, hot sauce, cool tinted get your mans knocked off
Take somethin', get your hand sawed off
I put in work, I could never call off
Going through it, baby, talk, don't walk off
Stand down, get to the top like Top Golf
I'm bigger
I can do what I want to, I'm that n*gga
Get deep in your b*tch throat, tryna kill her
I don't care what they told you, not a killer
Care who you f*ck with, n*gga gotta get it
Turned up, listen, the opps on a n*gga
I tell her, "Come here, put that gawk on a n*gga"
My shooters, they blatting, been walkin' on n*ggas