lirik lagu paygotti - top hats
[intro]
(ayy, ecko, turn it up)
(d~mn, moodo)
[verse 1: paygotti]
foot soldiers with foreign fullies can’t fake the funk
he second~guessin’ ’bout bouncin’ out, brother take him home
trust me, i done squabbled and bumped it out ‘fore i made a song
run him down, then go get his brother so now he ain’t alone
i’m hard~headed, you gon’ have to show me something, p~ssy
label dropped that bag, b~tch, i’m finna go and cop a fully
stand on business, ask a n~gga that and really ran into me
got a b~tch for every time i lose a b~tch, it ain’t no biggie
ayy, hear me out, blitz the crowd and have lil’ brother right the route
somebody in that circle tellin’, it ain’t hard to sniff him out
like jehovah, pull up with my suit and tie at n~ggas’ house
f~ck a happy home, i need a b~tch that’s tryna flip a pound
not no rap n~gga, i’m just h~lla good at what i do
if his b~tch with him, when i spot him out, she get it too
heard they pancaked him, left him in the street with missin’ shoes
n~ggas glock models, none of them lil’ poles is gettin’ used
what’s your name, baby? bubble b~tt, brazilian, thirty inches
beat her back in and give the b~tch the boot, good doin’ business
i can’t breathe, n~gga, hawk him down and beat him to the finish
b~tch got slapped up for poppin’ out the mouth, ignore her limits
[verse 2: peysoh & paygotti]
we the top hats in the city, b~tch, we poppin’ out
i’m poppin’ first, i get up on them, ain’t no poppin’ out
i’m two~steppin’ with this gleek, i showed them how to step
ayy, skit ’em on, we bouncin’ out and left a wicked mess
we the ones who get it poppin’, b~tch, we step for real
and who said somethin’ ’bout that attempt? we gon’ come and k!ll
b~tch, we them big dogs in the city if you talkin’ drills
let’s not get started with that chip if you ain’t seen a mil’
hey, park the whip, i get on hat logos
i don’t need n0body to turn me up, you get whacked solo
i got that pink slip for the cap, but the tracker stolen
run up, do my dog, he was blasted, won’t see them tats no more
i step for real ’bout that cause, you throw them bands, we do it
how you be trippin’ off that b~tch and i was runnin’ through it?
f~ck what he said, come see us then, b~tch, my n~gga’s ruthless (yeah, yeah)
chopper have him gaspin’ and wheezin’ like he was fightin’ mullin’ (yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: paygotti]
tuh, ayy, calm me down and let me grab ’em, gang
b~tch, f~ck your mama, your granny might even catch a stray
get tragic, n~ggas passin’ out caskets just like a game of spades
i’m off the muscle with this sh~t, b~tch, could you say the same?
tuh, feed him some shots and send him up the road
can’t see no facial, them windows tinted, so i’ll switch the load
i keep my b~tch from hangin’ with b~tches ’cause all these b~tches broke
we went from swappin’ out sweaters to switchin’ sticks and poles
ayy, tell me if i test the switches, that gon’ clear the scene?
stop actin’ like y’all be steppin’, y’all slid and k!lled the fiend
can’t tell you about them skits, i done witnessed some sh~t you wouldn’t believe
cuh swapped his jersey, it hurt me seen brother switchin’ teams
took to the grave, i seen his body and couldn’t kiss and tell
goofy man, he tried to get jiggy, but buddy tripped and fell
scream, “free the suckers” ’til they tugs, so i could give them h~ll
spoke your name in rooms full of steppers and it ain’t ring a bell
[verse 4: peysoh]
i spoke your name to the k!llers, it had the gang laughin’
body count tremendous, i’m coachin’ plays like i’m john madden
if you ain’t got more than five, how the f~ck you cause terror?
7.62s for the finish but i love glocks better
that kick had me on stupid, this k was causin’ panic
cryin’ ’cause i lost me a savage over some petty cabbage
and if you yellin’ out “f~ckers,” i ain’t got sh~t to say
my kid gon’ have they dad so you movin’ freaky, i’m pressin’ play
i catch a yeah and i’m crashin’ out where i’m at
i know n~ggas who post low and in thirty minutes get whacked
i’ma squash you like a bug if you keep on tuggin’ my tail
granny steady pray for me but she know i’m goin’ to h~ll
still screamin’ free the suckers and bring the ones in the grave
wish that viewing wasn’t open, i should have reversed the face
don’t go askin’ where i’m from, i’ma sell your hood with a k
ain’t no postin’ how i’m feelin’, i’m droppin’ sh~lls where you stay
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