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boss top - not us lyrics

[intro]
chase n dough, is a another one, boa?
yeah!
ayy, at yo neck

[chorus]
got some n+ggas and they came from f+ckin’ the blocksta
got you n+ggas dancin’ when them glocks out (when ’em glocks out)
junkie shoot with me, get your racks up (get your racks up)
y’all ain’t got no guns, get y’all jacks up (get your guns up)
hundreds in my pockets got my guap up (got my guap up)
you wifin’ these hoes and they top us (and they eatin’ us!)
boss top always on his o’block stuff
n+ggas say they gang, they is not us (they is not us!)

[verse 1]
i be in the trap house with them choppas (with ’em choppas)
and i keep some shooters, don’t get chopped up (they gonna chop sumn’)
i don’t need no shooters, i’ma trap somethin’
she can’t come in here until she top somethin’
boy, i’m riding foreigns, you do [?] (skrt, skrt, skrt)
you ain’t got no money, you a broke boy (you a broke boy!)
ayy, yo’ gang too f+ckin’ hoes, boy!
grown ass n+gga sharin’ clothes, boy (passin’ clothes, boy!)
same fat n+ggas passin’ rosé, boy
open the door, the .30 make you close, boy! (change yo’ ass, boy!)
i be smokin’ tooka to [?]
don’t say nun’ about d+rose, that’s my young boy (that’s my young boy!)
[chorus]
got some n+ggas and they came from f+ckin’ the blocksta
got you n+ggas dancin’ when them glocks out (when ’em glocks out)
junkie shoot with me, get your racks up (get your racks up)
y’all ain’t got no guns, get y’all jacks up (get your guns up)
hundreds in my pockets got my guap up (got my guap up)
you wifin’ these hoes and they top us (and they eatin’ us!)
boss top always on his o’block stuff
n+ggas say they gang, they is not us (they is not us!)

[verse 2]
flexin’ like you drillin’, you ain’t drop nun’ (you ain’t on nun’)
boy, your gang some pills where we pop sumn’ (where we drop y’all)
all my n+ggas rollin’, they gonna pop sumn’ (they gonna pop ya!)
b+tch, i’m glock boy, got my glocks up (got my glocks up)
way before this rap, i had my thots suck (f+ckin’ b+tches, boy)
and way before this rap, so quit the robbin’ sumn’ (takin’ n+ggas down)
takin’ n+ggas down for their choppas
and now i’m rollin’ around with them choppas
n+ggas act like they gang, they not like us (they is not gang)
go against the grave [?]
boy, you gettin’ changed, call king von up (that’s my cuddy, boy!)
and that’s my lil’ cuddy, [?] (i’ma drop ya, boy!)

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