Cj in this b#tch
Keep on talking sh#t imma leave you on a ditch
Why she twitching she looking like a glitch
Yark the gang tryna get rich
She say she mad wtf you mad foe
I can’t wait cause ik we gon blow
I swear to god i’m sick of the hoes
But they give me sucky sucky on the low
Dem hoes nasty they’ll do anything yo
And if they want the f#ckin smoke we got ammo
I want my money big like a big toe
If you run up n#gg# you gon catch a combo
Never stop imma make it to the top
They killing blacks mane f#ck the cops
And i’m wit yo wife she give me sloppy top
I’m getting if you ask me
I only got 3 l’s long live lee
Gang
In the cut wit the glock you already that we gon f#cking pop
And like dababy said if i aint enough imma go get the chop
And these dudes dont be yo friends but i dont really care cause we going to the top
Imma hit you wit deez hollows you fall to the ground imma call dat a flop
Imma spill yo brain on the f#cking floor where the janitor wit the mop
And when we get rich we gon be spending dem racks at the f#ckin bentley shop
And since i like cars when i get a plane imma get a turbo prop
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FNTH Cjay Lyrics – To The Top