STRAPPED!, Draft Day - Top Tier Lyrics

You better stop it
Look what you doing to me
You better stop it
Look what you doing to me
Ruining my life
Causing me misery
Making a complete fool out of me
Treating me like I meant nothing to you
And every chance you get
Oh you break my heart in two
Hey baby, you're driving me crazy

Aye bruh this hard
Brrr
I go crazy for that money
I'm a lunatic
Middle fingers in the sky
I don't give a fuck about shit
It take two to fuck
I don't give two fucks
Inside of the whip racist
All white like the Klu Klux
Young nigga throw your hood up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I put this shit on my back
I ride with this shit
Yeah I lay with that MAC
Draco it's lit yeah he stay with a cat
Hellcat she a freak
That bitch rewinding
Today I went petite on my bitch
Tomorrow I'm probably with some thick shit
You in love we got benefits
You a scrub, a nigga top tier
I know it
I could feel the vibe in the room
Real player shit, the most quiet one
Probably the richest in the room
You probably can't get in that room
That's a whole different percentile
If you ever in trouble baby
You got my phone number just call me on speed dial

Now that I got your attention
I put my heart on that mic
Tryna go diamond like Mik
You in that red zone so it's on sight
Check the numbers and insights
On Jesus Christ on my fucking life
Too much tunnel vision but I see the light at the end
All I'm tryna do is make sure me and mine winning
I had niggas throw they life away cause they was sinning
Shit wasn't funny when they heard that sentence
Shit got real, did I mention
And I'm nothing like these niggas
I'm in another dimension
Boy