LP Rambo - Top 3 lyrics
[LP Rambo - Top 3 lyrics]
Why'd I pull up to your block
And no one know you, huh?
''LP why'd you pull up'' Bitch
I thought I told you, huh?
Wanna drop beef? We don't drop beef
We just pop heat my bitch tryna stop me
Bankroll Fresh these niggas is not street
Dori asked who with these cap' niggas
Not me at the top B, smoking top 3
Don't be mugging nigga we
Ain't with the plotting
We really took you by storm like wind gust
For every murder the feds tryna pin us
Walk in the block party
Looking like King Tut
Walk in the block party you
Got your bling tucked
Either way niggas can't talk
Cause they been touched
These niggas no longer walk with they chin up
Niggas still shouting my name
Bullets gone rain
Have your ass stuffed in a bin huh
Bitches in my house
Gotta leave they phone alone
Disrespect the set my nigga
Won't be going home
I see a cop car then I start
Shutting shit down like a Rockstar mhmm
Nigga so versatile next day you niggas
Think I'm a Popstar mhmm
My eye, so bloody, my cup, so muddy
My money so dutty yeah
My bitch don't love me, she
Wants no cuffing, wrapped up, no mummy
I'm not with the fuckery
It's getting ugly, it's getting fugly
You niggas don't run me
At niggas I'm gunning
Shot niggas in public
Blowing up like a bounce house
Want it bad we could bounce out
Like some lions we gone pounce out
We be taking niggas out out
And no one know you, huh?
''LP why'd you pull up'' Bitch
I thought I told you, huh?
Wanna drop beef? We don't drop beef
We just pop heat my bitch tryna stop me
Bankroll Fresh these niggas is not street
Dori asked who with these cap' niggas
Not me at the top B, smoking top 3
Don't be mugging nigga we
Ain't with the plotting
We really took you by storm like wind gust
For every murder the feds tryna pin us
Walk in the block party
Looking like King Tut
Walk in the block party you
Got your bling tucked
Either way niggas can't talk
Cause they been touched
These niggas no longer walk with they chin up
Niggas still shouting my name
Bullets gone rain
Have your ass stuffed in a bin huh
Bitches in my house
Gotta leave they phone alone
Disrespect the set my nigga
Won't be going home
I see a cop car then I start
Shutting shit down like a Rockstar mhmm
Nigga so versatile next day you niggas
Think I'm a Popstar mhmm
My eye, so bloody, my cup, so muddy
My money so dutty yeah
My bitch don't love me, she
Wants no cuffing, wrapped up, no mummy
I'm not with the fuckery
It's getting ugly, it's getting fugly
You niggas don't run me
At niggas I'm gunning
Shot niggas in public
Blowing up like a bounce house
Want it bad we could bounce out
Like some lions we gone pounce out
We be taking niggas out out