Claimin that he steppin
Take his heart straight from his chest
I promise imma get it fuh a youngeen
See his death
Fuh these niccas claim they with it
Shoot this glizzy off the hip
Deep thoughts about depression
Almost thought bout doin meth
Puttin on fuh my city
Got me feelin lik the mayor
Choppas eatin up his body
We ain't got no shi to spare
Pillow talkin wid these bitches
Get his ass out of here
We jus f*ck um Nd dismiss um
Treat her ass lik a dare
I got mobsters on command
So thy ready fuh tht war
Get the mac and clean yo section
Treat yo block jus lik a chore
Cousin told me don't you stop
Lik lil homie be a voice
I ain't tryna see the grave
Told the bitches no remorse
So i kno it ain't No sparin him
Promise he ain't sparin me
I jus talked to jay
Told um brudda they won't bury me
Wid this ruger on my side
Only time I can think in peace
Takin percocets
When I'm feelin I can't get no sleep
Tired of seein death
Damn oops
Why you stressin me
Told um stop the cappin
Burn his ass lik a 3rd degree
Check in wid the met
Goofy bitch you gotta pay a fee
Momma say I got it
So I feel tht this my destiny
Watch them turn they back
Tht shi hurt they was playin fuh keeps
So I move in silence
Old patnas can't get close to me
Hallows rip his arteries
Fuh feelin lik a prodigy
I kno Lil shordy Solid
Only pussy tht can rock wimme
I jus brought a baby K
Bullets eat his face away
Turn him to a holiday
These niccas can't get close to me
Top shotta
Got my niccas screamin redrum
Top shotta
He put designer on his tommy gun
Top Shotta
Handle shi jus lik a man
Top Shotta
You won't get a second chance
Claimin that he steppin
Take his heart straight from his chest
223 Get deadly
Send tht shi straight throu his vest
Tired of being slept on
Ain't tryna be the rest
Tell my niccas tht I got um
We ain't askin fuh no help
It's still f*ck 12
Put 11 on his belt
So I'm screamin free my niccas
Tht shi worse thn seein death
See me comin up
Now these niccas wanna step
Ion need no second man
Top Shotta with no help
I jus brought a baby K
Bullets eat his face away
Turn him to a holiday
These niccas can't get close to me
No nicca can't get close to me
Baby Nue - Top Shotta Lyrics
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Claimin that he steppin
Take his heart straight from his chest
I promise imma get it fuh a youngeen
See his death
Fuh these niccas claim they with it
Shoot this glizzy off the hip
Deep thoughts about depression
Almost thought bout doin meth
Puttin on fuh my city
Got me feelin lik the mayor
Choppas eatin up his body
We ain't got no shi to spare
Pillow talkin wid these bitches
Get his ass out of here
We jus f*ck um Nd dismiss um
Treat her ass lik a dare
I got mobsters on command
So thy ready fuh tht war
Get the mac and clean yo section
Treat yo block jus lik a chore
Cousin told me don't you stop
Lik lil homie be a voice
I ain't tryna see the grave
Told the bitches no remorse
So i kno it ain't No sparin him
Promise he ain't sparin me
I jus talked to jay
Told um brudda they won't bury me
Wid this ruger on my side
Only time I can think in peace
Takin percocets
When I'm feelin I can't get no sleep
Tired of seein death
Damn oops
Why you stressin me
Told um stop the cappin
Burn his ass lik a 3rd degree
Check in wid the met
Goofy bitch you gotta pay a fee
Momma say I got it
So I feel tht this my destiny
Watch them turn they back
Tht shi hurt they was playin fuh keeps
So I move in silence
Old patnas can't get close to me
Hallows rip his arteries
Fuh feelin lik a prodigy
I kno Lil shordy Solid
Only pussy tht can rock wimme
I jus brought a baby K
Bullets eat his face away
Turn him to a holiday
These niccas can't get close to me
Top shotta
Got my niccas screamin redrum
Top shotta
He put designer on his tommy gun
Top Shotta
Handle shi jus lik a man
Top Shotta
You won't get a second chance
Claimin that he steppin
Take his heart straight from his chest
223 Get deadly
Send tht shi straight throu his vest
Tired of being slept on
Ain't tryna be the rest
Tell my niccas tht I got um
We ain't askin fuh no help
It's still f*ck 12
Put 11 on his belt
So I'm screamin free my niccas
Tht shi worse thn seein death
See me comin up
Now these niccas wanna step
Ion need no second man
Top Shotta with no help
I jus brought a baby K
Bullets eat his face away
Turn him to a holiday
These niccas can't get close to me
No nicca can't get close to me
Take his heart straight from his chest
I promise imma get it fuh a youngeen
See his death
Fuh these niccas claim they with it
Shoot this glizzy off the hip
Deep thoughts about depression
Almost thought bout doin meth
Puttin on fuh my city
Got me feelin lik the mayor
Choppas eatin up his body
We ain't got no shi to spare
Pillow talkin wid these bitches
Get his ass out of here
We jus f*ck um Nd dismiss um
Treat her ass lik a dare
I got mobsters on command
So thy ready fuh tht war
Get the mac and clean yo section
Treat yo block jus lik a chore
Cousin told me don't you stop
Lik lil homie be a voice
I ain't tryna see the grave
Told the bitches no remorse
So i kno it ain't No sparin him
Promise he ain't sparin me
I jus talked to jay
Told um brudda they won't bury me
Wid this ruger on my side
Only time I can think in peace
Takin percocets
When I'm feelin I can't get no sleep
Tired of seein death
Damn oops
Why you stressin me
Told um stop the cappin
Burn his ass lik a 3rd degree
Check in wid the met
Goofy bitch you gotta pay a fee
Momma say I got it
So I feel tht this my destiny
Watch them turn they back
Tht shi hurt they was playin fuh keeps
So I move in silence
Old patnas can't get close to me
Hallows rip his arteries
Fuh feelin lik a prodigy
I kno Lil shordy Solid
Only pussy tht can rock wimme
I jus brought a baby K
Bullets eat his face away
Turn him to a holiday
These niccas can't get close to me
Top shotta
Got my niccas screamin redrum
Top shotta
He put designer on his tommy gun
Top Shotta
Handle shi jus lik a man
Top Shotta
You won't get a second chance
Claimin that he steppin
Take his heart straight from his chest
223 Get deadly
Send tht shi straight throu his vest
Tired of being slept on
Ain't tryna be the rest
Tell my niccas tht I got um
We ain't askin fuh no help
It's still f*ck 12
Put 11 on his belt
So I'm screamin free my niccas
Tht shi worse thn seein death
See me comin up
Now these niccas wanna step
Ion need no second man
Top Shotta with no help
I jus brought a baby K
Bullets eat his face away
Turn him to a holiday
These niccas can't get close to me
No nicca can't get close to me
Writer: Tyrique Wise
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