Turn the reverb down, live it Carti be the top shot of Florida Top shot of Florida L.E. top shot Turn my vocals up some In the league, top shot, I got the bars like a God In the league, top shot, I got the bars like a God In the league, top shot, I got the bars like a God In the league, top shot, I got the bars like a God Cut out some n****s, they say that I'm fake Them n****s who bitchin', wanna make a *** shake I can run this *** up, make the K of the day We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them kids I'ma take me a wrist, I'ma take me a gown I went down on my dick, had to ride for a gown In the stolo ridin', we ridin' lounges If I give you my problems, I bet you can handle My n****s, they trap out the back, stay in the park Manson, Bando Bam, man, gang, drum on the chopper, commando Chopper go on repeat, on repeat, just like Soprano Think that you steppin' in me, I leave you where you stayin' home Hey, slide on that boy, yeah, we ridin' tonight I don't care the circumstance, he dyin' tonight Let my phone in the crib, I'm doin' it right My n***a on the drill, my Glock on the right Step one, step two, hop out on feet Why the *** is he runnin'? He playin' with me Put one in his nock and he layin' asleep They call me soft *** like I'm bad to me Make a killin' off a show, then get a n***a killed Get a n***a peeled, put him on a quilt Drink in the cup, sip out the silt He went out, said he not my n***a We do this for real, we never gon' squeal He know what he did, we sealin' his deal He ain't gonna do it unless he off a pill I swipe a sober on all of my drills Cut out some n****s, they say that I fight Them n****s was bitchin', won't make a *** shake Had to run this *** up, made a K in the day We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them cash I'ma take me a wrist, I'ma take me a gown I went down on my dick, had to ride for a gown And I stole a ride, never ride in a lounge If I kill you, my problems, I bet you can't handle These n****s be bruisin', n****s ain't shootin' 20K on his head, he still ain't do it Who did you call when y'all gotta do it? You know I be tweakin', you know I pull it What y'all n****s must think I'm pussy? Bitch, you see me leave n***a gushy Big dog in the hood, call me Tookie Big man on the block, Andrew Gooden Walk down, I'ma scheme ass in the hood Say I'm not killin', you n****s be foolin' Go at my n***a, he seen me do it Shoot at the party, we droppin' them boys It's a hunnid, so I'm crazy, he ain't stoppin' them boys Fuckin' with me, you get put in a mold I'm a friend, no, man, I'm a big lil' guy It's a whole lotta gun, rest it's glue on my face When them n****s be hot and I get a lil' angst I'ma shoot out the crib, shoot that bitch through the blind I'm a real top shot, I put it on them ass N****s turn, goes when it's time to ride out This *** is tatted on my stomach Top shot up, and I ain't runnin' Bitch, I'm Rasta for real, Jamaica, it be my stomach Cut out some n****s, they say that I fight Them n****s with bitches, wanna make us in shape Had to run this *** up, make the K of the day We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them cash I'ma take me a wrist, I'ma take me a gown I went down on my dick, had to ride for a gown And I stole a ride, never ride in lounges If I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Top shot, top shot Top shot, top, mm-mm Top shot, top, mm-mm Top shot, top, uh, ayy Top shot, top shot Look up, bitch, yeah Ayy