[Songtext zu „Top Boy“]

[Intro]
Guck, das Leben ist ein Geben und Nehmen
Ich gebe dir ein'n Stich und nehme dein Handy, ah

[Hook]
Every summer, you just get me (Shotta)
We have our fun and we forget it
Nobody does it quite like the Westside (Grr, grr)
Get me two beers and a flatline, oh
Every summer, you just get me (Ah, ah)
We have our fun and we forget it
It's the way I want it, now you're textin' (Pat Smoke, hah)
What'rе you doin' to me, baby?

[Part 1]
Automatics, ruf die Paramedics (Boah)
Körpеrtreffer – Full Metal Jacket (Boah)
Big-Boy-Moves, Big Scales
Ich pushe Weight auf der Street wie bei Calisthenics (Jayjo)
Streifenwagen on me (Wouh)
Flieh im schwarzen Kombi (Wrmm)
Gib niemals auf Kombi
Kickdown, denn draußen warten Zombies
Bin auf der Jagd, meine Schultern sind ready für Bella
Kein F auf die Tischpolitik
Silencer drauf (Pew), Ticker-Musik
Brüder im Knast, nique la police
Two on two (Two), ten on ten (Ten)
Junkies sind auf dem Cocaine-Film
Neun-Milli unter dem Fahrersitz (Grrr)
Bleibe Killer wie Dushane Hill
[Pre-Hook]
Gebor'n im Ghetto, sterb' im Ghetto so wie George Floyd (Shotta)
Ich komm' wie der Präsident mit einem Konvoi (Mh-hm)
Bricks in meiner Dior-Saddle-Bag, bin Top-Boy (Bah)
Ja, ich bin Top-Boy (Bah), ja, ich bin Top-Boy

[Hook]
Every summer, you just get me (Grr)
We have our fun and we forget it
Nobody does it quite like the Westside (Bah)
Get me two beers and a flatline, oh
Every summer, you just get me (Aha)
We have our fun and we forget it
It's the way I want it, now you're textin'
What're you doin' to me—
Every summer, you just get me (Grr)
We have our fun and we forget it
Nobody does it quite like the Westside (Bah)
Get me two beers and a flatline, oh
Every summer, you just get me (Aha)
We have our fun and we forget it
It's the way I want it, now you're textin' (Guck, ah)
What're you doin' to me, baby?

[Part 2]
Trade keine Dogecoins (Never)
Pull' up in 'nem Rolls-Royce (Pull' up)
Drilla in Manila, Killer wie Vanilla, witter' wieder lila, Top-Boy (Bah)
Plattenbau so wie CD-Presswerke
Racks, die ich mach', keine ehrenwerten
Trotzdem fahren wir Mercedes-Sterne
Du weißt, Drogendealer sind die Mädchenschwärme (Shotta)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Dirty Diana, Diana (Wouh)
Tony Sosa, Tony Sosa (Sosa)
Gucci-Bandana-Gang-Member (Gang, Gang)
Baby, welcome to the party (Welcome)
Popp' 'ne Xanny, popp' 'ne Molly (Bah)
Damals Pakete gepusht in 'nem Skaterpark
Heute skate ich auf 'nem Rari
[Pre-Hook]
Gebor'n im Ghetto, sterb' im Ghetto so wie George Floyd (Shotta)
Ich komm' wie der Präsident mit einem Konvoi (Mh-hm)
Bricks in meiner Dior-Saddle-Bag, bin Top-Boy (Bah)
Ja, ich bin Top-Boy (Bah), ja, ich bin Top-Boy

[Hook]
Every summer, you just get me (Grr)
We have our fun and we forget it
Nobody does it quite like the Westside (Bah)
Get me two beers and a flatline, oh
Every summer, you just get me (Aha)
We have our fun and we forget it
It's the way I want it, now you're textin'
What're you doin' to me—
Every summer, you just get me (Grr)
We have our fun and we forget it
Nobody does it quite like the Westside (Bah)
Get me two beers and a flatline, oh
Every summer, you just get me (Aha)
We have our fun and we forget it
It's the way I want it, now you're textin'
What're you doin' to me, baby? (Shotta)