(Any Last Words)
What, what what what
Nigga yeah
Bow, bow, bow

Look
(D-Roc)

Tell ´em check me out now
Know I got that shit in me
Know I got my Glock out
Say that they gon´ get at me
Murder, know that that be my town
Try to slang that stick at me
Try to send a bitch to me
Ima send her right back up in pieces
I´m on three R´s, call that Reese´s Pieces
Gravedigger, no Jesus pieces
Beef with me and it ain´t no sleepin´
Murder, until we get even
That´s on God, got my bitch behind me
Plenty sticks inside this car

I pray the law don´t get behind me
Gon´ send me straight to Rikers Island
Said lil´ bitch, I´m ´bout it
You ain´t kill shit, you ain´t wack nothin´
Know we got plenty bodies
Come from the slums, ridin´ in a bucket
Now we four door slidin´
Wit´ 30 sticks off in this bitch
I want a nigga for to trip
I up and shoot from off the hip, bang
Gang know that what I bang
Green flags, got everything
Shorty bad, she insane
She just want to give me brain
But can´t be my main
You know I got a savage bitch, don´t trip
She let me thug wit´ the chick who stayed down wit´ me

Play I swang around this bitch, like I´m playin´ baseball
Can´t get no Xans, Klonopins, I´m rollin´ off them footballs
Make me foot y´all, what that mean? step on him
Dirty motherfucker, smash him then we rep off him

Ooh (It´s Lil Top, It´s Lil Top)
Bullets do a flip, youngin´ tryna blues him
Ooh (It´s Lil Top, It´s Lil Top)
Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha
(Who they can´t stop, Who they can´t stop)
Bet you miss him

Drinkin´ out the bottle, sleepin´ wit´ my choppa (Mhm)
I mix tobacco with my mojo, know the Devil got me (Hm)

I´m with XO, runnin´ eps about my ex hoe
That´s a dog hoe, tryna put me back on child support
I got money now, and I´m on that thirty million flow
Hundred thousand dollars, sittin´ right there on top the bed pole
My lil´ bitch a model
I´m recordin´, I´m feelin´ on her body
Bitch, I´m out my body
Pop that X and flood my veins wit´ Molly
Watch me swerve the Rolls
Know I´m in this bitch right now, okay
Choppa wit´ a knife, get slayed
Massacre, mascaraed
Rockstar motherfucker
Make the crowd go up, in a rage
I´m on so many drugs, this mornin´ I forgot to paint my face

WYGD, when you play, you gon´ die, hold on
I got them slimes and you know that they gon´ ride
´Fore a nigga was a millionaire, I was in that car, hold on
Caught ´em on that porch, and I hit ´em wit´ that fire

Ooh (It´s Lil Top, It´s Lil Top)
Bullets do a flip, youngin´ tryna blues him
Ooh (It´s Lil Top, It´s Lil Top)
Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha
(Who they can´t stop, Who they can´t stop)
Bet you miss him