[Intro]
(Khris James, what the fuck?)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Let's go
(Ayy, turn me up, XO)
We finna step up, yeah
(Mmh, that Lil Top), Lil Top, Lil Top, yeah
I'm really Top, really, I'm really Top, yeah
I'm really Top, hey, I'm really Top, yeah
I don't want that top, yeah, it's on, lil' n***a

[Verse 1]
I cut off my day ones for the win (Win)
I just pulled up in that black Maybach, you can't see in (Skrrt)
Up, got plenty racks, I keep that strap with one cocked in
Not even close with family, why the fuck would I want friends? (Tell me that, lil' n***a), let's go
Fuck the ones who talkin', bitch, I'm lit, alright (Alright)
A million dollars worth of cars, no lease, no rent
I'm only twenty, can't nobody tell me shit, I'm slime (I'm slime)
Bitch cross the line, I lose my mind, I bust that iron, look

[Refrain]
Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice (Let's go, let's go)
I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah
Just like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin' (Can't keep a ho), let's go