NBA Youngboy

Draco thirty hit me, it got a fifty named Top (Mm-mm)

Bitch, we sticked up, it’s chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm)

Wanna take it all back to where it started

Life of the party

Right where my heart at

Soon as what I want come in, I say anything goes

I watched my grandpa save pennies

I wish my grandma was right here standin’ on side of me

I’m really Top, really, I’m really Top, yeah

Choppers out, many men, baow, baow

Baby girl, I need that fan ’cause I’m hot now (I need that fan)

Now can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda

Post up with Berettas, hustlin’ through the night, yeah

Everybody got a pistol, neither one got a heart

Sellin’ drugs, havin’ fights, it was hard in the north

But I say « All well, all praise to my god »

Then you did some foul shit and had sex with my sister

Then threw it in my face in front the people on insta

You know I’ma blow, I ain’t never stuntin’ (You know I’ma blow)

You know how I’m coming, you know what to do if you ever want it (if you ever want it)

You taught me everything, now you in the grave

I still ain’t get over what they did you

Everybody under disguise man they scheming

These hoes will set you up

Tell you they love you they don’t mean it

Full of syrup, bitch I’m leaning

I done took so many losses trynna bubble

I swear that’s so long, I been waiting for this moment

They wanna kill me cause I’m next to blow

You know I ain’t goin’ like that, I ain’t there

But I grind hard for to get where I’m at, I’ma blow ’bout that

Gave him my trust and I burnt from it

In my hood you gon’ blow or you gon’ end up dead

I say this street shit ain’t no joke, you better use yo’ head

Je hais les hommes donc je ne vais plus trop dehors

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