G Herbo - T.O.P. lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo] (Hitmaka) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Smoke, it's freezing (Skip got the bounce, it go crazy) [Chorus: G Herbo] Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (Pop) Caught a ni**a with his b*tch slippin' at the light, he got in his top Hit him in his top Hundred racks on your T-O-P fu*k ni**a, that's on G-O-D (Damn) Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (Yeah) Young ni**as, they gon' blow for me (G Herbo) Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Caught a ni**a with his b*tch slippin' at the light, he got in his top (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hit him in his top Hundred racks on your T-O-P (Woah) fu*k ni**a, that's on G-O-D Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (Yeah) Young ni**as, they gon' blow for me [Verse 1: G Herbo] Hundred racks on a new AP Two-fifty on a C-O-U-P-E (Yeah) I put that on G-O-D Fifty shots, and the chop' spinnin' through the East like we playin' C-O-D Up a milli', I should be OT Rich as fu*k, what got into me? I can slide through my hood, iced out Hop out, fu*k my enemies (Kills) Killer in me and my energy (Energy) Call shots, that's my inner G (My inner G) I got killers with me, NSV Shootin' sh*t up like we in a V Goin' crazy like ADD And rappers rap like it's ABC's And I could rap, sayin' ABC's What they pay me to see [Chorus: G Herbo] Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (Pop, pop) Caught a ni**a with his b*tch slippin' at the light, he got in his top Hit him in his top Hundred racks on your T-O-P fu*k ni**a, that's on G-O-D (Damn) Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (Yeah) Young ni**as, they gon' blow for me [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Pussy got hit in the head, don't mention my name, he got hit in the leg (On God) Get out the car if you scared, we went through they hood, and we painted it red (21) I don't really talk on phones, we put you to bed if we find out you fed (On God) I got them sticks in the shed, the bullets is big, they knockin' out dreads Pop out, rock out (21) Savage pull up with his Glock out (On God) Hit your b*tch with the dick, now she co*keyed (On God) I got the juice like I'm Popeye (21) I got the streets in a yolk (Pussy) Too much money to beef 'bout a ho We don't make diss songs, pussy, we score Got too high, now his ass on the floor (Pussy) Never catch me on no su*ker sh*t (On su*ker sh*t) I buy a watch for the fu*k of it (21) I don't got time for the small talk (Small talk) Shut the fu*k up and keep su*kin' it (Lil' b*tch) Gun so big, I ain't tuckin' it (21) fu*ked too many ni**as, I ain't cuffin' it (21) Got a big dot, she lovin' it I know she used to ni**as that's on fu*kin' sh*t (Yeah) [Chorus: G Herbo] Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin' at the opps (Pop) Caught a ni**a with his b*tch slippin' at the light, he got in his top Hit him in his top Hundred racks on your T-O-P (Woah) fu*k ni**a, that's on G-O-D Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (Yeah) Young ni**as, they gon' blow for me