[Intro]

Top dog shit

(Venexxi)

I'ma let it (Yeah)

I'ma let it (Bitch)

I'ma let it, bitch

Are you fuckin' for real? (Bitch)

Ayy, ayy

[Verse]

Clutchin' on a .44, I'ma let it go, I'ma let it bang, bitch (I'ma let it bang)

I get some racks on the floor, nigga, you a ho, nigga, you can't hang, bitch

The Glock, turn him to a stain, I got some rocks hangin' from my chain

I'm on the block, coolin' with my gang, you will get knocked, tryna be insane

Bitch, I'm the top dog, nigga's puppies, I won't fuck yo bih', because she ugly

Get hit with a stick, make him do the Dougie

I'm Lil 'Kota, bitch, ain't no one above me

Remember way back then, you used to dub me

You can't play me like a fuckin' dummy

I'm passin' that bitch, like we playin' rugby

I'm back in this bitch, leave a nigga bloody

I'm back (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

I'm back, mhm

I'm back in this bitch, I'm back, mhm

I'm Lil Kota, bitch, I'm back, mhm

He talkin' tough through a app (A app), mhm, my nigga's find where you at, mhm

Get put on a screen, iMac, mhm, that nigga got trolled, he mad (Ha, ha)

Man's took a L last week (Shit), Prada boots on my feet (Prada boots on my feet)

You ain't even got no swag (Got no swag), yeah, you can't even afford my tee (Can't even afford my tee)

Leave a fucked nigga down bad (Fuck nigga down bad), man, she used to talk on me

Now she wanna suck my dick (Uh-huh), now she wanna fuck on me (Wanna fuck on me)

But, I gotta drill, let's do it (Gotta drill, let's do it), money, yeah, going right through it (Yeah, going right through it)

Standin' with the heat, don't cool it

It ain't really deep, just music (Just music)

Man on the team, we don't use him

Pull up, four deep in a Buick (Ah)

If you wanna link, we can do it

Boy, you better think what you doin', bitch

I had to flood my wrist up, now that I'm up, got 'em pissed off

Y'all niggas used to get picked on, nigga tried to step to the big dog

Niggas try tough, he get picked off

Walk in the crib, It's time to take my Rick off

Touch my ring, lil' nigga, you get flicked off

I don’t fuck with you, just like I'm Big Sean

My pockets on fat, they on Big Show

In the i8, lil' nigga, I get ghost

Lil' nigga, but nigga, I been grown

I'm still passing up niggas that been on

Yeah, you got a little views, but you still broke

All yo' bread in the bank, you can't touch that

Damian Lillard, watch how I clutch that

I pull up, show my wrist, she like, "What's that?"

She a ho, nigga, why would you cuff that?

Ain't 'bout bread, then I don't give a fuck then

I rock Number (N)ine, used to rock nothin'

At this point, I got used to the bluffin'

At this point, I got used to the fakin'

At this point, I got used to the cappin'

Wanna know why I always be flexing? 'Member nights, used to sleep on a mattress

Ain't nothin' worse than a fuckin' mattress

I got bread, so I might fuck a actress

Seventeen, but I'm smoking on dope everyday

Bitch, I laugh at everything that happens

Spend a hundred thousand, on a Patek

Then I treat the bitch, she eat the habit

Getting money, nigga, it's a habit

Had to grow up, got 'em like, "What happened?"

[Outro]

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(Woah, yeah, woo)

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