270
Lyrics
I was flying around 270 blowing on that Freddy Kruger
Your bm in my dm hating on you calling you a blooper
Going through her phone calling niggas back yeah she
Nick named you the snopper she said head game fire
And if my grades slip she can be my tutor show me all
Of her maneuvers choke her out like a state trooper nail
Her down like a real roofer yeah you know I ain't no party
Pooper your uncle top got shit on lock in the winter time
I drop my top I'm quente baby I told you that you can reference
Back to my Brazilian track oh by the way I just checked my
Stats on apple music its turnt to the max yeah lil homie i
Can show you facts it's predicted to bring in racks all ima
Do is keep dropping heat sexually assaulting all these beats
Nothing but fly shit on my feet topshelf drip is real unique
Wait till they come out with gucci cleats I'm kicking you haters
Right in the teeth lil baddie just hit me up she tryna schedule a
Meet and greet hit her wit the razzle dazzle stutter
Step crossover pistol Pete peering to the hole with a finger
Roll then report back to the streets if we talking bread I get tunnel
Vison pack your bags we on a mission pray for me I'm the
New religion ima og about to get my pension putting boys
On lunch detention gather round yall need to listen on my
Way to the hall of fame topshelf I'm honorable mention
Look me deep in my eyes no bullshit no lies cant compare
Me to none of these dudes yeah they rats fleas and flies
Look me deep in my eyes tell me what you see catch me
Flying around 270 smoking on cookies
Yeah hopping off 270 humming this lil melody riding
Around with no felonies topshelf different pedigree
Never sold crack cocaine but best believe I know the
Recipe learned it from my cousin worm this how you
Get accessories the osu cancer unit said my flow need
Chemotherapy the way the streams keep coming in on
Spotify be scaring me want me to turn the heat up man
I think you niggas is daring me yeah straight out the freezer
I'm too hot to handle better make a wish about to blow
Out your candles don't believe me I give a sample one
Time you get quick example I Mr Miyagi one of you
Niggas waxing whips and paint the fence you must
Be trump and your homie pence you dumb ass dudes
Don't make no sense my lil cousin sweet pea will
Knock you off he'll take the charge and claim
Self defense I rarely take the day off every year im in
The playoffs yeah this wedding cake with the pink
Runts you can tell by the way I cough head to toe you
Can see it though I drip nothing but sauce ugk all in
My blood topshelfs an underboss
Look me deep in my eyes no bullshit no lies cant
Compare to none of these dudes yeah they rats
Fleas and flies look me deep in my eyes tell me
What you see catch me flying around 270 smoking on cookies
Topshelf bitch this that 2020 pandemic flow
Writer(s): Sean Joyce
Copyright(s): Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., O/B/O DistroKid, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico
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