Isaiah Scott - TREE LEAVES Lyrics
Chief Keef "On Top" Lyrics.
Roll up with them hittas, sippin on that Lean
Big boy [?], all the bitches want [?]
We posted on the block, come through we let off shots
While we do get that top, I be ready for that gwop
Touchdown, we on top
[?] put me on top
Not a bitch I won't top
[?] boddies get dropped
Understand we on top
[?] put me on top
Not a bitch I won't top
[?] boddies get dropped
***
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
[?] be on my grind, boy I'm on my grizzal
You ain't got mad, [?]
[?] feel like I'm [?]
Coolin in the trap, tryna get rid of [?]
Glory boy bitch, [?]
And I'm posted on the block, yeah I'm flexin with them hammers
[?] bitch Fredo Santana
Fuck around with me, and them killers aiming at ya
[?] and I'm tryna get my bands up
[?] and these niggas tryna handcuff
Just fucked her face, fuck it, let my bands come
The bitch don't wanna fuck with me, I tell that bitch she [?]
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Roll up with them hittas, sippin on that Lean
Big boy [?], all the bitches want [?]
We posted on the block, come through we let off shots
While we do get that top, I be ready for that gwop
Touchdown, we on top
[?] put me on top
Not a bitch I won't top
[?] boddies get dropped
Understand we on top
[?] put me on top
Not a bitch I won't top
[?] boddies get dropped
***
[Verse 2: Sasha Go Hard]
I am not the same, no, who the fuck are you?
[?] niggas, [?]
[?]
Blood in my ass, hood living in my life
Real shit, I'm a real ass bitch
Got a lotta enomies, I'm pretty, getting rich
Shawty I'm getting payed, [?]
You think you stopping me, [?] blocking me
Money is all I see, cause bitch we [?] the streets
I keep war, cause these haters tryna bury me
A young bad bitch, tatted up, swag on
Real niggas kill [?]
***
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Roll up with them hittas, sippin on that Lean
Big boy [?], all the bitches want [?]
We posted on the block, come through we let off shots
While we do get that top, I be ready for that gwop
Touchdown, we on top
[?] put me on top
Not a bitch I won't top
[?] boddies get dropped
Understand we on top
[?] put me on top
Not a bitch I won't top
[?] boddies get dropped
***
[Verse 3: Lil Reese]
Money bitch I'm hot, if you sweet you'll get dropped
Not a bitch I won't top, everybody off them [?]
Hittas loading them Glocks, so please don't get shot
Glory Boys we on top, [?]
61st, that state block, so that mean that's our block
[?] fuck the opps, drop a 4 up in my pop
[?]
Thotties to our block
[?] put me on top, all my niggas shooting them chops
[?]
Everybody playing they part, [?]
[?]
[?]
[?] lames, it's all in the game
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Roll up with them hittas, sippin on that Lean
Big boy [?], all the bitches want [?]
We posted on the block, come through we let off shots
While we do get that top, I be ready for that gwop
Touchdown, we on top
[?] put me on top
Not a bitch I won't top
[?] boddies get dropped
Understand we on top
[?] put me on top
Not a bitch I won't top
[?] boddies get dropped