G Herbo, 21 Savage - T.O.P. Lyrics

(Hitmaka)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Smoke
(Skip got the bounce, it go crazy)
It's free

Hundred racks on the drop
Pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (pop)
Caught a nigga with his bitch
Slippin' at the light, he got in his top
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P
Fuck nigga, that's on G-O-D (damn)
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (yeah)
Young niggas, they gon' blow for me (G Herbo)

Hundred racks on the drop
Pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Caught a nigga with his bitch
Slippin' at the light, he got in his top (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P (woah)
Fuck nigga, that's on G-O-D
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (yeah)
Young niggas, they gon' blow for me

Hundred racks on a new AP
Two-fifty on a C-O-U-P-E (yeah)
I put that on G-O-D
Fifty shots, and the chop' spinnin' through the east
Like we playin' C-O-D
Up a milli', I should be OT
Rich as fuck, what got into me?
I can slide through my hood, iced out
Hop out, fuck my enemies (kills)
Killer in me and my energy (energy)
Call shots, that's my inner G (my inner G)
I got killers with me, NSV
Shootin' shit up like we in a V
Goin' crazy like ADD
And rappers rap like it's ABC's
And I could rap, sayin' ABC's, ABC

Hundred racks on the drop
Pull up on they block
Poppin' at the opps (pop, pop)
Caught a nigga with his bitch
Slippin' at the light, he got in his top
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P
Fuck nigga, that's on G-O-D (damn)
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (yeah)
Young niggas, they gon' blow for me

Pussy got hit in the head
Don't mention my name, he got hit in the leg (on God)
Get out the car if you scared
We went through they hood, and we painted it red (21)
I don't really talk on phones
We put you to bed if we find out you fed (on God)
I got them sticks in the shed
The bullets is big, they knockin' out dreads
Pop out, rock out (21)
Savage pull up with his Glock out (on God)
Hit your bitch with the dick, now she cockeyed (on God)
I got the juice like I'm Popeye (21)
I got the streets in a yolk (pussy)
Too much money to beef 'bout a ho
We don't make diss songs, pussy, we score
Got too high, now his ass on the floor (pussy)
Never catch me on no sucker shit (no sucker shit)
I buy a watch for the fuck of it (21)
I don't got time for the small talk (small talk)
Shut the fuck up and keep suckin' it (lil' bitch)
Gun so big, I ain't tuckin' it (21)
Fucked too many niggas, I ain't cuffin' it (21)
Got a big dog, she lovin' it
I know she used to niggas that's on fuck shit (yeah)

Hundred racks on the drop
Pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (pop)
Caught a nigga with his bitch
Slippin' at the light, he got in his top
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P (woah)
Fuck nigga, that's on G-O-D
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (yeah)
Young niggas, they gon' blow for me