Yung Kayo, Xanman - bottom to top lyrics

[Yung Kayo, Xanman - bottom to top lyrics]

Let's go

We got different colors like a Power Ranger
Four-wheel drive, bought my mama a Ranger
Steppin' in red boots, Henry Danger
I threw some art on the beat like a painter
Coolin' with eleven, think she a stranger
I could be gentleman, I could be gangster
Hung the boy up, I put him on a hanger
We in the bed, I work it like a trainer
Now niggas wanna sleep on the bag (yeah)
I swear I'm checking out, no tags (No cap)
Pullin' up nine lives like a cat
And I rock New Balance like a dad
Now I walk out the crib with the Telfar
Now a nigga got money, no Welfare
Why your bitch at my crib on my WiFi? (Yes)
Had that bitch suck my dick, I'm a fly guy

Now I'm looking at the bottom from the top
Hold up, baby, please don't lose your slot
Baby, do you 'member days in parking lot?
Always working but I never had a job
Went and touched a hundred grand
That's what I keep in stocks
Swear I'm on, just team in the lot
Baby girl, just clean with your mouth
Do it on my own, no assist, no allot

Bitch, I just went to sleep in that Gosha
(Uh) i be collecting more green than a mower
Push that boy smile back
He look like the Joker
Raf Simons, the castle, I slept on my sofa
In the crib, Prada loafers
And they rentin' 'cause I been the owner
Diamonds big and they sit on shoulders
(No cap)
Super-charged, baby, you hear the motor
Pop out the bread like toaster (What?)
Going so fast, baby, go slower (yeah, yeah)
Why she lick it from the head to my toe
(Lick, lick, lick)
If they like it then they always gon' show
This is our brand, put it on the post
A lil' vacay, sittin' on the coast
I don't even got time to sit, no (No cap)
If you want more love, got more (yeah, bitch)

Now I'm looking at the bottom from the top
Hold up, baby, please don't lose your slot
Baby, do you 'member days in parking lot?
Always working but I never had a job
Went and touched a hundred grand
That's what I keep in stocks
Swear I'm on, just team in the lot
Baby girl, just clean with your mouth
Do it on my own, no assist, no allot

Hey, your man ain't a killer
I swear that your man ain't a killer
Don't send me a link to your Spinrilla
Ha, 'cause I won't play that shit
See a plottin'-ass nigga, I'ma take that shit
I'm a brace your man, I'ma best that shit
I'm off too many drugs, I don't make no sense
Oh, oh, my plug ki got a plug in Chicago
Ran up on the plug, go to Wells Fargo
Nigga playin', look like he workin' for Narco
You ain't even know, I'm feelin' like Rocko
Homi', homi', I'm the plug like I'm
Gettin' to it, nigga, hot like I'm Bravo
Niggas turn Gibby like Miranda Cosgrove
Choke a blind nigga 'til he green like some

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