On Top
(Sinclair, Sinclair, Sinclair)
B9, B10, B25
Oh yeah
Yo!
Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit but
Now I'm gettin' paid non stop, man make guap
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll 'round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
What? Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit but
Now I'm gettin' paid non stop, man make guap
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll 'round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
Nah I don't need a reason to
The shooter's there if I need him to
Minimum five, like three plus two
Whilst spinnin' my life when I'm breezing through
God bless you if I squeeze a-choo
Don't know you when I speak up you
Better cover that face that peek-a-boo
That'll strike man down like Pika
I might put money om my own head
Out there man out with no bread
Yeah I sleep peaceful when I go bed
From a young boy, to an old head
I'm a big man but I've got no dreads
Can't cause beef then phone feds
Yeah I can't stick around here too long
'Cause I gotta go brum like a moped
Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit but
Now I'm gettin' paid non stop, man make guap
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll 'round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
What? Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit but
Now I'm gettin' paid non stop, man make guap
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll 'round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
What dirt you done, what risk you took?
Throw body shots that'll lift you up
Won't throw one back cause he's too shook
Yeah my aim's on point if I miss you duck
Pop champagne 'cause I've been through none
Tell her pop champagne 'cause I've been through nuff
Come around here I can show you tough
Said you weren't there but I know you was
No I ain't gotta care in the world
My bad if I stare at your girl
I run three households ain't sharin' a cell
Don't wanna go broke it was scary as hell
Gonna get air if you air me as well
First things first I'm here for myself
No other pricks gonna care for my house
Strapped in I'm wearing my belt
Yo brother I'm safe
I pull up the tune like a handbrake
Flip that p like a pancake
How much p can a man make?
It's your right hand, when you handshake
I'm big man brud I got mad cake
In portrait, in landscape
Yeah I ran straight, to the bank mate
You lot pissed off, are you at me?
Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit but
Now I'm gettin' paid non stop, man make guap
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll 'round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
What? Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit but
Now I'm gettin' paid non stop, man make guap
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll 'round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed, I'm blessed