XVXPARIS, VTP Rossa - Top Tier lyrics
[XVXPARIS, VTP Rossa - Top Tier lyrics]
Yung Dza
Whipping exotic, my niggas
The gang right behind me
It's finna be you who late
They tryna find me
Take out the AK right beside me
Hold up, we shooting back
I do it grimy, I got no heart
You can't find it, and she super bad
I'm being honest, niggas they cappin'
They lyin' they not used to that
I came from nothing
Hoes on my body, I'm singing, they love it
I put that work in, it's easy, it nothing
I'm with my niggas, you see how we coming
I get to cooking, it's hot like a oven
Tell 'em, "Free Curtis, " my nigga
I love him lookin' for smoke
I ain't feel nothing, if it ain't a bag
I am not with the
That's on my mama, for real
24K on the set, that light work (Light work)
Your career off that's light work
(Light work) hatin' niggas watching my moves
'til they eyes red, yeah
(yeah) yeah (yeah)
Used to fuck with her
Now I walk right by her (By her)
My shit went up, blow up, geyser
Keep a Metro Boomin right here (yeah)
I don't do a handout, nigga, too bad
(Too bad)
I cut a bitch off too fast (Too fast)
All my niggas
I let the boss talk, it suit's me
I'm right here (Right here)
We don't understand, no top tier (Top tier)
I ain't put a hand on my piers (Yung Dza)
Can't fuck with it, nigga not here
Whipping exotic, my niggas
The gang right behind me
It's finna be you who late
They tryna find me
Take out the AK right beside me
Hold up, we shooting back
I do it grimy, I got no heart
You can't find it, and she super bad
I'm being honest, niggas they cappin'
They lyin' they not used to that
I came from nothing
Hoes on my body, I'm singing, they love it
I put that work in, it's easy, it nothing
I'm with my niggas, you see how we coming
I get to cooking, it's hot like a oven
Tell 'em "Free Curtis, " my nigga, I love him
Lookin' for smoke
I ain't feel nothing, if it ain't a bag
I am not with the
That's on my mama, for real
I'm chasing money, addicted to cash
Nothin' gon' stop me from getting the bag
I'm getting paid, I can tell that they mad
I can buy all the things that
You wish you could have
I call the gang up as soon as I land
Legal bread, these days I don't gotta scam
We gettin' money, you going out sad
Only thing we run out of
Is these rubber bands i'm not like the rest
Aim your head, so no need for the vest
There's no doubt me and Roo Fuego are next
We on our way, so there's
No need to stress, woah, oh
RIP drex, I lost my cousin
There's so much fake love
I can't tell who be bluffing
'Member days I thought a rack was a lot
(Yung Dza) , but these days I just go
Through racks like it's nothing
Whipping exotic, my niggas
The gang right behind me
It's finna be you who late
They tryna find me
Take out the AK right beside me
Hold up, we shooting back
I do it grimy, I got no heart
You can't find it, and she super bad
I'm being honest, niggas they cappin'
They lyin' they not used to that
I came from nothing
Hoes on my body, I'm singing, they love it
I put that work in, it's easy, it nothing
I'm with my niggas, you see how we coming
I get to cooking, it's hot like a oven
Tell 'em "Free Curtis, " my nigga, I love him
Lookin' for smoke
I ain't feel nothing, if it ain't a bag
I am not with the
That's on my mama, for real
Whipping exotic, my niggas
The gang right behind me
It's finna be you who late
They tryna find me
Take out the AK right beside me
Hold up, we shooting back
I do it grimy, I got no heart
You can't find it, and she super bad
I'm being honest, niggas they cappin'
They lyin' they not used to that
I came from nothing
Hoes on my body, I'm singing, they love it
I put that work in, it's easy, it nothing
I'm with my niggas, you see how we coming
I get to cooking, it's hot like a oven
Tell 'em, "Free Curtis, " my nigga
I love him lookin' for smoke
I ain't feel nothing, if it ain't a bag
I am not with the
That's on my mama, for real
24K on the set, that light work (Light work)
Your career off that's light work
(Light work) hatin' niggas watching my moves
'til they eyes red, yeah
(yeah) yeah (yeah)
Used to fuck with her
Now I walk right by her (By her)
My shit went up, blow up, geyser
Keep a Metro Boomin right here (yeah)
I don't do a handout, nigga, too bad
(Too bad)
I cut a bitch off too fast (Too fast)
All my niggas
I let the boss talk, it suit's me
I'm right here (Right here)
We don't understand, no top tier (Top tier)
I ain't put a hand on my piers (Yung Dza)
Can't fuck with it, nigga not here
Whipping exotic, my niggas
The gang right behind me
It's finna be you who late
They tryna find me
Take out the AK right beside me
Hold up, we shooting back
I do it grimy, I got no heart
You can't find it, and she super bad
I'm being honest, niggas they cappin'
They lyin' they not used to that
I came from nothing
Hoes on my body, I'm singing, they love it
I put that work in, it's easy, it nothing
I'm with my niggas, you see how we coming
I get to cooking, it's hot like a oven
Tell 'em "Free Curtis, " my nigga, I love him
Lookin' for smoke
I ain't feel nothing, if it ain't a bag
I am not with the
That's on my mama, for real
I'm chasing money, addicted to cash
Nothin' gon' stop me from getting the bag
I'm getting paid, I can tell that they mad
I can buy all the things that
You wish you could have
I call the gang up as soon as I land
Legal bread, these days I don't gotta scam
We gettin' money, you going out sad
Only thing we run out of
Is these rubber bands i'm not like the rest
Aim your head, so no need for the vest
There's no doubt me and Roo Fuego are next
We on our way, so there's
No need to stress, woah, oh
RIP drex, I lost my cousin
There's so much fake love
I can't tell who be bluffing
'Member days I thought a rack was a lot
(Yung Dza) , but these days I just go
Through racks like it's nothing
Whipping exotic, my niggas
The gang right behind me
It's finna be you who late
They tryna find me
Take out the AK right beside me
Hold up, we shooting back
I do it grimy, I got no heart
You can't find it, and she super bad
I'm being honest, niggas they cappin'
They lyin' they not used to that
I came from nothing
Hoes on my body, I'm singing, they love it
I put that work in, it's easy, it nothing
I'm with my niggas, you see how we coming
I get to cooking, it's hot like a oven
Tell 'em "Free Curtis, " my nigga, I love him
Lookin' for smoke
I ain't feel nothing, if it ain't a bag
I am not with the
That's on my mama, for real