Top Flo lyrics

[Intro]
(Nito, what up, my n*gga?)
Yop
YBN
Yop, yop
Can't f*ck with me
Goofy-ass n*ggas
Check me out (Nito)

[Verse]
He was doin' too much playin', now his life over
I don't even scam, eight hundred bands off this iPhone
Grindin' for a f*ckin' million dollars got my mind gone
They can't get to us, me and my n*ggas on the top floor
Shootin' up cribs, you probably shoot with your eyes closed
Hit him in his sh*t, ain't sayin' names, I'm sayin' John Doe
He ain't wanna put me on no money, so I robbed boy
And we used to go way back, don't ask me how I know
I been on TV more than commercial, GEICO
This sh*t off the dome, sometimes, don't even write songs
Every time YBN come through, they cut the lights on
I can't comе out the crib with less than thirty shots on me
Bro with mе, I was you, I wouldn't have my ice on
I can't tell him nothin', if he tweak, all your ice gone
Free my n*gga Milly, he went brazy with the micro
Zone 6 Savage Squad sh*t 'til my life over
Don't ask me why I'm still on the block my n*gga died for
Car hit this b*tch while I'm out here, better drive slow
These hoes know a n*gga slime, still wanna rock my boat
I'ma keep lettin' these lil' n*ggas think they got my lo'