Come on, hmm
Come on, hmm
Come on, mmm
Come on, come on
Lil Top, nigga (D-Roc)

Woke up in the mornin´, smoke my Newport like a camel, I need answers
I´m fucked up and I been contemplatin´ ´bout blammin´ ´em and slammin´ ´em
Tryna stick you out your cannon, bitch, then lay you on a canvas
All this money layin´ ´round this bitch, I´m long ways from sadly
I´m a savage like my daddy, I get active, yeah, you heard me
Tote .223s in my 23s, bitch make me pop out that ´Burban
Pussy niggas wan´ swerve me, she heard about it, she worried
Pull on side me, open fire, I´m tryna do a bitch dirty

Ooh, ballin´
Put her in that Cullinan, tell ´em that I´m slime
Say ooh, I´m thuggin´
Tell him that I´m on ´em, my address public
´Cause I got a chopper ´round this motherfucker
I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
She was on my dick and you know I fucked her
Over a million dollars layin´ on the table
I got my cutter, nigga

Yeah, bitch, come and fuck with me
Two-four-seven gettin´ it, I been tryna make a way
I, I been grindin´, tryna make a livin´
Baby girl, you the sickest, why you hidin´?
I fly you private, come fuck with me, yeah
Yeah, fly you to my city, yeah
Salt Lake, this my business, bitch

Pressed, why you up in it? Yeah
I´m Kentrell, yeah, you see me winnin´
I´m the one who split him when I got fresh out of prison
Pour up on that keke, I´m YB, you know me
Poured up off that codeine, I´m strapped, I´m movin´ slowly
I´m so fuckin´ lonely, I been needin´ her for to hold me
But once I put it on her, she want money, get from ´round me
I´m a fuckin´ gunner, still that same way that they found me
At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin´ through my teeth
Friends posted some years later, I´m happy who ain´t fuck with me
And bitch, you better not fuck with me, you know I got this gun on me, hmm

Ballin´
Put her in that Cullinan, tell ´em that I´m slime
Say ooh, I´m thuggin´
Tell him that I´m on ´em, my address public
´Cause I got a chopper ´round this motherfucker
I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
She was on my dick and you know I fucked her
Over a million dollars layin´ on the table
I got my cutter, nigga

Pour up on that keke, I´m YB, you know me
Poured up off that codeine, I´m strapped, I´m movin´ slowly
I´m so fuckin´ lonely, I been needin´ her for to hold me
But once I put it on her, she want money, get from ´round me

I´m a fuckin´ gunner, still that same way that they found me
At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin´ through my teeth
Friends posted some years later, I´m happy who ain´t fuck with me
And bitch, you better not fuck with me, you know I got this gun on me