D.O.N Bla3k - On Top Of Shit (feat. D.O.N Slime) Lyrics

I'm on top of shit, everybody hatin' on the gang, they just counterfeit
Grab a pole, use my tippy toes when I hit a lick Never fold, never break the code, I'd never snitch
Yeah, I'm on top of shit, I'm on top of shit, I'm on top of shit, yeah, yeah, I'm on top of shit
I be on top of shit, I'm the nigga that they call when they wanna drop some shit

Full metal jackets for the action, ain't no stoppin' this And we don't give a f*ck about no extra shit we steppin', bitch
Catch a nigga lackin' on the block, do him dirty I'ma get up, walk him down, cause I ain't in no hurry
I'm on point, lil' nigga, and I'm shootin' just like Curry Thirty shots from the bop, lil' nigga, I ain't worried
I can't treat you with respect, I love my niggas f*ck the rest We bustin' opps from top, lil' nigga, don't be next

I love my money, I'm obsessed, two to three, split your vest I love them headshots, nigga, cause they really be the best
Spend a nigga block, just to bust a nigga top And if she can't find you, then we gonna get your pops
Talking to the pigs, it's gon' get your ass popped Never fold, never break the code, that's what I'm standin' on, bitch
Yeah, I'm on top of shit Everybody hatin' on the gang, they just counterfeit

Grab a pole, use my tippy toes when I hit a lick Never fold, never break the code, I never snitch
Yeah, I'm on top of shit
I'm on top of shit
I'm on top of shit

Yeah, I'm on top of shit
Rest in peace, E Every time I think about you, I just wanna stir the beef
Goin' hard, thinkin' to myself, I need another me Breakin' bitches heart by the two, at the double tree
Brainless, two to three, shootin' out the stainless Dangerous, I be shootin' shit like Kyle Cambridge

Nameless, bullets got a face when you aim Never think twice it's either you or who you came with
Money counter doin' laps, huh, that's a victory Dingo with a sack in a hour, then it's history
I made it out the trap, huh, huh, it's not a mystery Hard work and dedication got me countin' plenty cheese
Never was the type to sit around, I want a bag I don't want your bitch gang, said her lil' booty sag

Who don't got sticks, man, we all got mags I hit two licks today, now me and Brody got a bag
I ain't never been out the way, always in the field ask the last nigga we done stepped on, if he healed, bitch
I don't give a f*ck about you, ask your bro, do I care? I a put that lil' pussy ass nigga in the air
F*ck your fam too, I don't give a f*ck, bro Ask them lil' niggas, do they want some motherf*ckin' smoke

I'm the real nigga in this bitch, big f*ckin' bro Big nine shit, bitch, don't get your whole crew smoked
Yeah, I'm on top of shit, everybody hatin' on the gang, they just counterfeit
Grab the pole, use my tippy toes when I hit a lick Never fold, never break the code, I'd never snitch
Yeah, I'm on top of shit, I'm on top of shit I'm on top of shit, yeah, I'm on top of shit

I'm on top of shit