Doe Boy, Big Flame 8 - TOP TAKER lyrics

Cotrell Dennard

[Doe Boy, Big Flame 8 - TOP TAKER lyrics]

D-O-E Beezy I ain't never worried 'bout
A fuck nigga scheming
I ain't gon' lie, bitch
I'm top out my niggas need one sec ayy, ayy

I ain't gon' lie, bitch
I'm top taker out my niggas  (Oh,  really?)
I can't say top shotter, bitch
 I run 'round with them killers
Man, get back, not for us
That's for them niggas
Ayy, what they do? Shit, get back, no
They didn't (Think I'm playin'?)

Ayy, rob a rapper
You know that shit on my bucket list
Ayy, GloRilla, I'm off this
Perc', let's go fuck, I ain't gon' nut quick
(Come here, baby) I ain't gon' nut quick
Ayy, no Cardi B, want Hennessey
Fuck 'round and bust in it (Come here, baby)
I love money like I'm Mitch
Slime shit like Rico shh, he gon' die soon
I'm pretty sure that he know
All thesе questions, bitch
Do you fuck with them peoplе?
Ayy, bruh addicted to shootin' like that
Fiend is with that needle
Ayy, all I be with is the maniacs
She got retarded neck
But, I swear this bitch a brainiac
Bitch, just fuck me, stop that talkin'
Fuck your zodiac
They just put they mans on the side
They never caught no hat
Ayy, if I fuck, don't go act crazy
I'm too turnt, if I slip up, abort that baby
Summertime, I'm sweatin' hard up on this mag
Bushes I'm layin' ayy, they can't relate
They ain't never did that shit I'm sayin'
Ayy, lot of artillery, bitch
We still that art gang
They got targets on they chest
You know that dart gang
Six stick, get out that
Whip, that rookie shit
That's why they park gang
When I upped racks up on my 'Gram
That's when them hearts came (Oh, really?)

I ain't gon' lie, bitch
I'm top taker out my niggas (Doe Beezy)
I can't say top shotter, bitch
I run 'round with them killers
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Man, get back, not for us
That's for them niggas
Ayy, what they do? Shit, get back, no
They didn't (Think I'm playin'?)

Rob a rapper
Been crossed that shit off my bucket list
(Think I'm playin'?)
Fifty K in all dubs, I'm quick to dub a bitch
(Bye)
In New York, I ain't 'posed to have my gun
But, I got a thirty clip (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
I'm in Brooklyn with my switch, tell Lola
Brooke she tough as shit, okay, yeah
(Come here, baby) talkin' shmurder business
I could never be a snitch (Haha ha)
I love B, yeah, that's my dog
Could never be a bitch (No sirski)
Ayy, I don't kiss and tell, you ask
I never seent your bitch (No sirski)
Pussies got to scramblin' just like ants
Soon as they sent the blitz, ayy
(Brrt) no Cardi B, she geeked off Hennessey
She said she need some dick (Go, go, go, go)
Trick off on your favorite IG bitch, Wafi
I need a kit (Icy)
Laughin' at your favorite IG rapper
That boy need some drip (Fool)
Might come through, let this Glock sing on
Your strip, just fucked this singer bitch
Okay (Oh, really?)

I ain't gon' lie, bitch
I'm top taker out my niggas
I can't say top shotter, bitch
I run 'round with them killers
Man, get back, not for us
That's for them niggas
Ayy, what they do? Shit, get back, no
They didn't

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