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[Intro] Top Shelf (coughing) (shit) [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] I'm chilling, literally My neck is glittery Niggas got that screw face looking at my jewelry (ugh) While I'm flexing chain sexing is unprotected I hear that bitch moaning Sounded like she's sound affected (yeah) Niggas talkin' diss and when I know they are respected Put they hoes and friends on my guest list That wasn't directed, all you can do is accept it, or I will intercept it And throw it back to left bitch, the first nigga she slept with We rock shows without a set list, cross goes off our check list Whats the point of death when niggas can exist in whats destined? I took a shot, boom, boom, bam, (POP!) They all wanna' rock and claim that music hip-hop (Brrroooop) But you're just imitation, deflation, you're in migration Just, pucker lips and suck a dick, as I'm meditating Escaping from emancipation, doctors and faggot cops (Eaagh!) Been a couple of months since I turned the block (Eeerrmm!) SongtexteI kill niggas you can call me homicidal, I'm married to the game Nigga shes my bridal, wife and I will love her for life Well all I know is me and MellowHype, brothers for life And we don't give a shit about your problems mutha' fuckas' (fuck yall' niggas) Go run about it or solve them mutha' fuckas' We ain't fuckin' with yall' (nigga!) We ain't fuckin' with yall' [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] Fuck everybody else, all Hodgy need is Left Break it down on the stoop, rollin' up on the stairs Smokin' up a lotta' weed, Chillin' with Domo G Buying dog for the feed, MellowHigh till I read R.I.P on my grave, nigga still gettin' paid Family got it made, haters still talkin' shit But that ain't meanin' much, Bitch nigga meet em' up I shoot him with -In his face and leave his - Poppin' rubberbands (what!?) Poppin' rubberbands (what!?) Wolf Gang run tonight nigga mutha' fuck your clan Gettin' money payin' uncle sam On the canvas cam, wait till I paint the sand (Yeea!) On the beach, on the atlas where ya' hands can't reach (Yeea!) Pay for my hotel ticket, she gon' suck my dick at least (Yeea!) Bought my car, only broke niggas lease, I got your bitch on a leash And her perfume on my fleece, Shes sweet like reecees [X2] You know we takin' shots (what?!) Know we takin' shots (what?!) Empty the clip, reload that bitch(Brrrrrroooop) Know we takin' shots, Niggas know we takin' shots Know we takin' shots (what?!) Empty the clip, reload that bitch Know we takin' shots (We ain't fuckin' with yall') (We ain't fuckin' with yall') Aus Songtexte Mania