2 Da Top !
[Intro]
Light it up Lucca
[Verse: 1]
Fuck then leave ain’t no time for hulu
762. in that clip yea it could go through you
Trynna get a band
Trynna get that rich that’s on my todo
My n***as like a DAW
I ain’t talking bout no fucking fruit loops
Cuz they my DAWG
Hellcat going off lil n***a
Yea we making it fog
Tell that bitch to fucking bounce
Yea she jump like a frog
My homie keep a fucking stick
Yea he keeping a log
Your gang is soft as fuck
Lil n***a like a fucking pillow
N***a spin his block
Balling like Dwayne
I ain’t talking bout the rock
Choppa Sofaygo yea
The way it Knock Knock
He’s mad that his bitch
Play me on the fucking AUX
[Verse: 2]
Oh Lil Uzi yea that’s a rack
Hit a model bitch yea from the back
I’m at his crib like where you at
Goyard fucking bag yea
That’s where the pole at
Off-White T-Shirt Amiri jeans first
Bought that bitch a double C bag
I still won’t keep her
I ain’t Lucki for that bitch lil n***a
I will leave her
Balenci on the shoes man
Who is you man
Diamonds sick like flu man
Rollie wrist is 2-tan
Three K’s like the Klu Klan
Yea i keep a two man
She wanna go on two man
I block that bitch she so mad
Want this fame like so bad
Still pray to god for what i have
This a bentley n***a ain’t no tonka truck
Like its triple X lil n***a get a tummy tuck
Yea da choppa fuck you up
You get a uppercut
We squeeze that motherfucking trigger
Like a rubber duck
Told that n***a yea that shit i got full auto
Three of us up in that whip like Grand Theft Auto
Told that girl to call my phone like yea tommrow
That bitch see my insta now she gon follow
All white is the fit lil n***a dressed up like i’m Skips yea
You say you got some motion but nah you is schizing
Making fucking bread like a chief in the kitchen
You don’t want no smoke don’t want no job don’t want no business
[Verse: 3]
Got more guns then BO2
She want the meat she want the food
I want the bands i want the loot
I want those pants i want that coupe
She want me bitch i want her to
Bad ass bitch from malibu
In the desert like its Dune
Be up all night i see the moon
Me and $leepy we sleepy off the lean we can not walk
My n***a PJ he got the ARP’s and got the chops
Like a beacon we light up shows lil n***a when we talk
Left him leaking cuz he talked on RB$ the squad
Condos with expensive arts with some fucking persian rugs
I still pray to god remember we ain’t have no cloth
Now i’m hoping RB$ can make it to the top
I’ll buy them all some SRT’s when i get money yea
[Outro]
Whoa
Light it up Lucca
[Verse: 1]
Fuck then leave ain’t no time for hulu
762. in that clip yea it could go through you
Trynna get a band
Trynna get that rich that’s on my todo
My n***as like a DAW
I ain’t talking bout no fucking fruit loops
Cuz they my DAWG
Hellcat going off lil n***a
Yea we making it fog
Tell that bitch to fucking bounce
Yea she jump like a frog
My homie keep a fucking stick
Yea he keeping a log
Your gang is soft as fuck
Lil n***a like a fucking pillow
N***a spin his block
Balling like Dwayne
I ain’t talking bout the rock
Choppa Sofaygo yea
The way it Knock Knock
He’s mad that his bitch
Play me on the fucking AUX
[Verse: 2]
Oh Lil Uzi yea that’s a rack
Hit a model bitch yea from the back
I’m at his crib like where you at
Goyard fucking bag yea
That’s where the pole at
Off-White T-Shirt Amiri jeans first
Bought that bitch a double C bag
I still won’t keep her
I ain’t Lucki for that bitch lil n***a
I will leave her
Balenci on the shoes man
Who is you man
Diamonds sick like flu man
Rollie wrist is 2-tan
Three K’s like the Klu Klan
Yea i keep a two man
She wanna go on two man
I block that bitch she so mad
Want this fame like so bad
Still pray to god for what i have
This a bentley n***a ain’t no tonka truck
Like its triple X lil n***a get a tummy tuck
Yea da choppa fuck you up
You get a uppercut
We squeeze that motherfucking trigger
Like a rubber duck
Told that n***a yea that shit i got full auto
Three of us up in that whip like Grand Theft Auto
Told that girl to call my phone like yea tommrow
That bitch see my insta now she gon follow
All white is the fit lil n***a dressed up like i’m Skips yea
You say you got some motion but nah you is schizing
Making fucking bread like a chief in the kitchen
You don’t want no smoke don’t want no job don’t want no business
[Verse: 3]
Got more guns then BO2
She want the meat she want the food
I want the bands i want the loot
I want those pants i want that coupe
She want me bitch i want her to
Bad ass bitch from malibu
In the desert like its Dune
Be up all night i see the moon
Me and $leepy we sleepy off the lean we can not walk
My n***a PJ he got the ARP’s and got the chops
Like a beacon we light up shows lil n***a when we talk
Left him leaking cuz he talked on RB$ the squad
Condos with expensive arts with some fucking persian rugs
I still pray to god remember we ain’t have no cloth
Now i’m hoping RB$ can make it to the top
I’ll buy them all some SRT’s when i get money yea
[Outro]
Whoa