[Intro]
Top Chef

[Chorus]
Yeah, I drip with Young Spider
Drippin' in Spider, now I hopped out a Spyder (Hopped out a Spyder)
You run your crew, then you put on that title (Put on that title)
Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle (Sixty boy)
Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin
Ain't easily influenced and I ain't trippin' 'bout it (Woo)
Throw that cap drip off in the garbage (Throw it)
Chuckin' my B, but I'm ridin' on Slauson (Baby)
Fuck with my Crips, boy, they know how I pop it (Brr)
I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach (Yeah)
She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits (Nah, there)
This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack
Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash
Jeweler play with me, I get on his ass (Get on his ass)
I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag
You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag

[Verse 1]
Fuck a camera, I don't need no backup (Nah)
'Bout this mun-yun, I promise, her ass up (Nah, there)
Pop a X pill and turn the fan up
This ain't Texas, I went got my bands up (On Baby)
Four pockets, I feel like I'm Wham (Wham)
In that dinner, I'm ridin' in that Lamb' (Lamb')
N***a usin' my name in they scams (Scams)
When I catch you, I'm wettin' it down (I'm wettin' it down)
Suck my dick in the winter, that's a cold slut
In the spot, I got dosed up, but n***a got no luck (Nah)
Put a hole in the boy like a donut
Went and turnt my mouth white like the Ku Klux (Top Chef)
Got a bean, now my ex bought a new butt
Ain't retarded, a goofy can't fool us (Nah)
In the hills with the view and that pool stuff
N***as trippin' 'bout hoes, tie your shoes up
[Chorus]
Yeah, I drip with Young Spider
Drippin' in Spider, now I hopped out a Spyder (Hopped out a Spyder)
You run your crew, then you put on that title (Put on that title)
Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle (Sixty boy)
Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin
Ain't easily influenced and I ain't trippin' 'bout it (Woo)
Throw that cap drip off in the garbage (Throw it)
Chuckin' my B, but I'm ridin' on Slauson (Baby)
Fuck with my Crips, boy, they know how I pop it (Brr)
I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach (Yeah)
She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits (Nah, there)
This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack
Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash
Jeweler play with me, I get on his ass (Get on his ass)
I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag
You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag

[Verse 2]
BP whip, they don't know what I'm in
Prada shades, cop them for the tint
Self payed, I don't care 'bout no bitch
Uppin' the budget, this shit gettin' lit (Let's go)
Talk with myself 'cause this n***as get it twisted
First time n***a play with me and they blitzed (Brr)
Conley Road, baby, my shit worth a ticket (Money)
Real outspoken, can't blemish my image
Yeah, at the bank, that just where I been
Mixin' designers, I dress and I blend
Just like a shark, you get bit with that fin (Hey)
Down bitch set him up like a tent (Woo)
Leave these n***as hangin' just like I'm Christ
Stuffed chicken in the back of Ruth's Chris
Put 'em on, hit that boy with a brick
Stones all on my Bartier wrist (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I drip with Young Spider
Drippin' in Spider, now I hopped out a Spyder (Hopped out a Spyder)
You run your crew, then you put on that title (Put on that title)
Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle (Sixty boy)
Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin
Ain't easily influenced and I ain't trippin' 'bout it (Woo)
Throw that cap drip off in the garbage (Throw it)
Chuckin' my B, but I'm ridin' on Slauson (Baby)
Fuck with my Crips, boy, they know how I pop it (Brr)
I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach (Yeah)
She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits (Nah, there)
This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack
Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash
Jeweler play with me, I get on his ass (Get on his ass)
I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag
You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag

[Outro]
Bae, what you got goin' on?
I'm over here, waitin' on you
Nah, man, I'm on the way, I got to Atlanta, like ten minutes away
But you ready? Nah, you-you got all your shit on?
Yeah, I'm waitin', I'm waitin' on you
Hol' up, man, 12 pullin' me over
What the fuck? He hit his lights on me, bruh
Hol' on, I'ma call you right back, I'ma see what the hell the n***a want
Hol' on, I'ma call you right back
Roll your window down, sir
Fuck, this n***a pullin' me over
(Bitch ass n***a)
License and registration, please
What's up, bro? What'd you pull me over for, bro?
License and—, come on, let's see it (Man)
License and registration, please
Course I got license and registration, man
You know why I pulled you over?
Come on, man
Oh—, oh—, oh my God, are—, are you Lil Gotit?
Man, how the hell you know me, bruh?
Oh, man, what's up, Slime?
Hey, man, how's it going, man?
You doin' too much, man
YSL, man, slatt, slatt, man, oh my God
I go by, "Top Chef" (Yeah—, oh), Thotty
Oh, man, I gotta ask you for a picture, man, I gotta ask you for a picture
Wanted a picture, man talkin' 'bout a picture
Come on, let's get—, let me get a selfie, man (Yeah, yeah)
All officers in the Atlanta area, please be advised
Ah, man, I gotta get goin' out of here, they're callin' me on the radio
But hey, man, you stay safe out there, man
Hey, ayy, if there's anything I can do, man, you let me know, slatt, alright?
Nah, nah, what you can do for me, though
Tell the—, uh, go tell your boss, your lieutenant
What? What's that?
"Free Jeff, bitch"