Testo Top Tier - Sleepy Hallow feat. Babyface Ray
Testo della canzone Top Tier (Sleepy Hallow feat. Babyface Ray), tratta dall'album Read This When You Wake Up
(Satori!)
I keep a Glock, 'cause I got shot and life is-
Uh, look
They say you toxic, bae, you top tier
I keep a Glock 'cause I got shot and life is not fair
No Cartier's, it's getting clear, it's cold, I switch the gear
She got a friend, they look like twins, I guess they come in pairs
Don't leave, you comin' here, like, uh, I stopped poppin' them pills
I stopped crackin' them seals, I stopped fuckin' with niggas ain't real
Don't love her, I sext her still
We fuck, we textin' still, her man a lame, but he stressin' still, damn
If I break my legs, I'm steppin' still
Baby, I needed a break from that, you stole my heart, I take it back
Girl, you gotta pay for that, girl, you gotta wait for that
She trippin', she told me to pay for that, can't lie, I-
They still ain't get back for that last one
I feel like Cesar, I feel like Skrap, I feel like Grandson
And please don't touch me while I'm shooting, that's an AND1
They say you toxic, bae, you top tier
I keep a Glock 'cause I got shot and life is not fair
No Cartier's, it's getting clear, it's cold, I switch the gear
She got a friend, they look like twins, I guess they come in pairs
Don't leave, you comin' here, like, uh, I stopped poppin' them pills
I stopped crackin' them seals, I stopped fuckin' with niggas ain't real
Don't love her, I sext her still
We fuck, we textin' still, her man a lame, but he stressin' still, damn
If I break my legs, I'm steppin' still
Life that I live is a science, I spend a lil' bit from all-time dimity (yeah)
Patek is playin' no icin', this one clean, and it cost me nine (nine)
Diamonds, they hittin', they find I look too close, this shit might blind you
The world get smaller, I'm telling you, pay them up, them niggas gon' find you
I'm done with C's and P's, my heart still longin', I'm keepin' it real, nigga
You know I'm the boss, for real, when we're all done, they bring me the beer, nigga
Court side like birdie, watch me, you sturdy, need me a bitch who pay (yeah)
Louis on Louis, Skateboard P with the virgil, I take both for emerg'
Maybach coupe, I'm closing the curtain, got a nigga bitch, she with me, she nervous
I wanna rock like Lil Uzi Vertie, feedin' the lies and buyin' her purses
Tell my name, I start recordin', she tells me to hit, I left her unread
Try tell niggas that shit get real, he bang all her friends and begging the b- (yeah)
Girl, ain't know shit, he gon' fuck like Jenga, these racks in my head, I'm stackin' this bread
Try tell niggas that tables gon' turn, I'm packin' my bag and laughin' at them
These niggas crazy, they ask where I'm from, I talk like a preacher and war like a pimp
These niggas cappers, so fuck what you heard, I'm actually him, I'm actually rich
They say you toxic, bae, you top tier
I keep a Glock 'cause I got shot and life is not fair
No Cartier's, it's getting clear, it's cold, I switch the gear
She got a friend, they look like twins, I guess they come in pairs
Don't leave, you comin' here, like, uh, I stopped poppin' them pills
I stopped crackin' them seals, I stopped fuckin' with niggas ain't real
Don't love her, I sext her still
We fuck, we textin' still, her man a lame, but he stressin' still, damn
If I break my legs, I'm steppin' still
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Fulton, Noel Halblaub, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Cornel Anthony Wallace
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