Let It Rip E

I'm At the top, don't think that I'm stopping. Making some songs, my fans tell me drop 'em. Designer on me and you know that I'm copping. Walking in Saks, you know that I'm shopping. I'm in the top two and I'm not second. Bro got a chopper, he's holding that weapon. Feel like a teacher, I'll teach 'em a lesson. Light the ash, shorty know I'ma catch him. Let's blast. Talking that shit, we beat your ass. You wanna talk, but don't got class. Count my money, I watch it add. I'm in a bag and it never go down. The whole clip's on the motherfucking rounds. Not think I could let my mama down. I'm doing my best, I'ma make her proud, yeah. Do not think I want your ho. Selling all my shows. You wanna see my toes. Squad, I keep 'em close. This the life I chose. Ain't do this for love. Staying with my bros. Talk to me, but watch your tone. You wanna smoke so we pulling with sticks. And now you don't wanna talk shit. I got a chopper, that shit finna rip. Beyblade, we gonna let a bitch spin. Shout out the gang, yeah, shout out my twins. Taking that dough, bitch, I always win. Do it for family, I do it for kids. Free all my brothers that's locked in the pen. I'm finna get a top that's still getting pulled. Only wanna talk shit through a damn phone. I been making money by staying at home. Talking to me, boy you better watch your tone. Shout out to Antonio, R. I. P. Tone. She said I'm not shit, but I'm making Her moan. I feel like I'm sick 'cause I'm Up in New York. I'm putting in effort, I'm Putting in work. I know your girl want me, Yeah she tryna flirt. I don't even want her, But I know you heard. Come with the cash If you want a verse. Killing my peers, just Put 'em in a hearse. Kill a motherfucker, put 'em in the dirt. I was real down bad, Think I had a curse. I'm over the top, I ain't stopping. Know niggas hating, I know that They watching. Suffer defeat, that cannot be me. I'm mixing the capital with Louis V. I feel like Pharrell, I'm rocking Ice Cream. The babes just know that they stay on their Feet. I need the money, but know the life. Smoking on gas, it's all in the brain. Leaving with sand when I'm off the plane. I never cared 'cause that shit ain't the same. Stick stick. Know you don't wanna get hit. Know I'm making them hits, hits. Know I cannot miss now. Want copy my fits, fits. Bro wanna be like me. He telling a fib, fib. I know that boy lying. I'm don't think that I'm stopping. Making some songs, my fans tell me drop 'em. Designer me and you know that I'm copping. Walking in Saks, you know that I'm shopping. I'm in the top two and I'm not second. Bro got a chopper, he's holding that weapon. Feel like a teacher, I'll teach 'em a lesson. Light the ash, shorty know I'ma catch him.