T.O.P. Songtext
von G Herbo

(Hitmaker)
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Smoke, it′s freezing (skip got the bounce, it go crazy)

Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (pop)
Caught a nigga with his bitch slippin′ at the light, he got in his top
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P
Fuck nigga, that's on G-O-D (damn)
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (yeah)
Young niggas, they gon′ blow for me (G Herbo)

Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block
Poppin′ at the opps (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Caught a nigga with his bitch slippin' at the light, he got in his top (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P (woah)
Fuck nigga, that′s on G-O-D
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (yeah)
Young niggas, they gon′ blow for me


Hundred racks on a new AP
250 on a C-O-U-P-E (yeah)
I put that on G-O-D
50 shots, and the chop' spinnin′ through the East like we playin' C-O-D
Up a milli', I should be OT
Rich as fuck, what got into me?
I can slide through my hood, iced out, hop out, fuck my enemies (kills)

Killer in me and my energy (energy)
Call shots, that′s my inner G (my inner G)
I got killers with me, NSV
Shootin′ shit up like we in a V
Goin' crazy like ADD
And rappers rap like it′s ABC's
And I could rap, sayin′ ABC's, ABC

Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin′ at the opps (pop, pop)
Caught a nigga with his bitch slippin' at the light, he got in his top
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P
Fuck nigga, that's on G-O-D (damn)
Come get it, ′cause the smoke for free (yeah)
Young niggas, they gon′ blow for me

Pussy got hit in the head, don't mention my name, he got hit in the leg (on God)
Get out the car if you scared, we went through they hood, and we painted it red (21)
I don′t really talk on phones, we put you to bed if we find out you fed (on God)
I got them sticks in the shed, the bullets is big, they knockin' out dreads


Pop out, rock out (21)
Savage pull up with his Glock out (on God)
Hit your bitch with the dick, now she cockeyed (on God)
I got the juice like I′m Popeye (21)
I got the streets in a yoke (pussy)
Too much money to beef 'bout a hoe
We don′t make diss songs, pussy, we score
Got too high, now his ass on the floor (pussy)

Never catch me on no sucker shit (on sucker shit)
I buy a watch for the fuck of it (21)
I don't got time for the small talk (small talk)
Shut the fuck up and keep suckin' it (lil′ bitch)
Gun so big, I ain′t tuckin' it (21)
Fucked too many niggas, I ain′t cuffin' it (21)
Got a big dot, she lovin′ it
I know she used to niggas that's on fuckin′ shit (yeah)

Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (pop)
Caught a nigga with his bitch slippin' at the light, he got in his top
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P (woah)
Fuck nigga, that′s on G-O-D
Come get it, ′cause the smoke for free (yeah)
Young niggas, they gon' blow for me