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uhsirk - top. lyrics

[intro]
aye, brrt!
aye, krishu!
spigot season, spigot season
aye, spigot season, kman mixed this sh-t, kman-whoa

[pre hook]
i need top, gimme top, money long, lotta guap
f-ck a cop, we the mob, one up top in the glock
i need top, gimme top, money long, lotta guap
30 shots, let em off, we gon pop, we don’t stop

[hook]
i need top (top me), aye, gimme top (top me), aye
money long (long), whoa, lotta guap (guapy), aye
i need top (top me), aye, still need top (top-top me), aye
diss the mob (mob), boy you lost, whoa, aye

[verse 1]
why your money so short like a haiku?
lil krishu got buzz like a raichu
slide through, and fix it like rice do
alvin gon’ show you what that pipe do
turn your whole set to a “my boo”
that’s ghost town, i don’t like you
say that you diss and i’m like “who?”
call her a wife, but she mine too!
b-tch i’m finna shyne like a light do
gotta a white b-tch who like thai food
and i’m too rich, can’t fight you
choppa touch a kid like michael
aye, i think i need a b-tch like yara, aye
shorty ride out with two glocks, like she lara, aye
me and money we be magnets, michael faraday
smoke dope, see mirage, that sahara haze
aye, i really need me like one car a day
i’m making out with a backwood, i might call it bae
aye, and i told alvin keep two glocks
tired of this b-tch, need new top
all eyes on me like 2pac
she do that amy like “junebug”
i’ll f-ck the bih for a new rug
gucci flame over new socks
better give top or get blocked
krishu krishu

[verse 2]
shout zaq, ain’t my stylist, but he keep me fresh
b-tch i bleed on silk sheets, shorty this ain’t mesh
call my money shamu, you can watch it flip
i call my rollie shamu, i went and drenched my wrist
come thru, boy we riding suburbans
.9 milli in the goyard purse
5 minutes putting beats up in he-rs-s
spenny car broke, yeah we was swerving
..now i’ma make sure he get amg
skai told me that they fronting, said he kmt
krishu
krishu krishu

[outro]
b-tch it’s lil krish, aye
iced out my wrist, uh
i f-ck that bih. uh
23 sh-t
23 clique
i can’t even hear myself right now
ok, i might f-ck right on your wife right now
ok, i might take a lil life right now
aye, i got that 30 we gon ride right out
aye, whoa
kman mixed this sh-t, kman mixed this sh-t, b-tch, uh!

- uhsirk lyrics

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