Top Sider - Intellectual

[Intro: SME TaxFree]

We finna give it to they ass all year, nigga

[Verse 1: SME TaxFree]

Ho-ah (Hoo)

If you see me on your block, I'm only here to knock my head

Hoo, I just bought a pint and got a call for some red

Hoo, I'ma buy it all 'cause my money said I can

Hoo, I can buy a Maybach, I keep doing hand to hands

Oh, you want fifty pills or you want fifty grams?

Take a trip down to Chatt', we'll come back with a bag

I just took it to the register, I ain't even see the tag

All these diamonds, wrist rocky

Only reason that I bought them, they was kicking like karate

Boy, we can have a ball-off if you really got it

I'll up your bank statement, have you pulling out your wallet

P-O-P how I pop it

[Interlude: BFB Da Packman]

Yeah

TaxFree, close the door, kill anybody that walk in, gang

(The Lunch Crew Company)

Y'ello, look

[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]

Uncut gem sеller, I'm a top sider

Wrestling with this puppy dog, I need a shock collar

Rap, raisе kids, do real estate, I'm a block buyer

Diamonds on my neck could turn a virgin to a cock rider

I miss Quagen so much, I be heartbroken

They be bippin' in the Bay, just leave the car open

She a dog ho, when she suck it, make her bark on it

Mix so much fent', doc said I need a heart murmur

Fuck the IRS, wanna live tax-free

She be fuckin' everybody, she just act mean

Prada shoes, I hate red bottoms, I got fat feet

Five for a pint, we'll get you robbed for tryna wax me

[Verse 3: SME TaxFree]

Told 'em don't park on 76, I'm on the back street

I got pounds for the nine, you get two for eighteen

Pour a deuce in a cream

I been saving pints lately, bro, I'm up like three P's

I score drank like I cheat

I just walked in for some Louis, walked out with Bottegas

Better not I tell me where it's hiding 'cause I know some 'bow takers

Bitch, pick one, I got a whole team full of bricklayers

Mhm, more woo than Ric Flair

[Verse 4: BFB Da Packman]

Mm, I'm fastin' right now, but I'ma sip later

Four-hundred-pound bitch taker, I'm a big player

Went through my phone when I was sleepin', now my bitch hatin'

Sellin' pure white, girl, man, this bitch naked

Mm, pull them titties out

I'm talkin' 'bout the Draco, bitch, this ain't Diddy house

My bitch was sad as hell, now she happy, put a fifty out

I used to wear Chuck Taylors, but it's Ricky now

Feds wish that they could sit me down

[Outro: SME TaxFree & BFB Da Packman]