Top Of The List* lyrics

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Ooh, I, I been geeked up on them Addie's, I'm ready to f*ck on a baddie (Woo)
I told em I won’t be dramatic, I spent a whole hunned on a Patek (Woo)
I told them I will f*ck up everything, n*ggas ain't what would happen (Woo)
Yeah, n*gga been flexin', talkin', n*gga we just talkin' (Rack-rack-racks)
Ooh (Yeah), ooh, ooh (Let's go), ooh, yeah (Yeah), ooh, ooh (Woo, Woo), yeah, ooh (Woo), yeah, ooh, ooh (Woo, Woo), yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, let's go (Rack-rack-racks)

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
I got this b*tch and she fresh out the pageant (Woo)
Hop out my whip, had to go to the mansion (Skrr)
These n*ggas be talkin', they don't want no static (Yeah)
Keep piece when I'm walkin', this sh*t automatic, woo
I got the pass, like in Madden, woo
I had to make this sh*t happen, ooh
These n*ggas mad that we have it
Hop in a Wraith then hit from the back, hey
Pull out the the Wraith make them sick, ooh
I make these boys have a fit, ooh
Who? These n*ggas havin' some problems, we came with the shottas, they not aimed to miss, ooh
She gave me neck like some Kodak, givin' 'em dome, she top of the list, ooh

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Top of the list, she's on top of the list (Ayy)
We don't talk, yeah, yeah, yeah
n*ggas on top (n*ggas on top yeah)
I'm a rockstar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get ya' Mama everything, yeah, yeah, yeah
In a foreign, yeah
I don't give a f*ck, 'cause I can't fall
I'mma die in Atlanta b*tch, that's- that's why I don't be at home
I got hella b*tches, I'm callin' that b*tch whenever, ooh
One of my friends nearly get killed, cause I don't wanna see her no more
Yeah, yeah
I'm not fighting, yeah
That b*tch end up getting ate, yeah (Yeah)
Put that b*tch n*gga on a plate (Yeah, yeah)
I'm fresh out with that K' (Ooh)
We let that thing go spray, baby
n*ggas don't no kids all day
pus*y great, show her that K', yeah, yeah
Baby I can’t play, yeah, ah
Yeah, n*ggas ain't heard of slime, n*ggas ain't heard what I did, hol' up
We got people that can kill, pointin' that gun
I got 29 n*gga, I got that gun, gun, gun, yeah, yeah
You get killed 'bout that 29, free my guys
It’s not black flag, yeah
It’s some red red, yeah
It's like bad days, yeah
You get whacked
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Ooh, I, I been geeked up on them Addie's, I'm ready to f*ck on a baddie (Woo)
I told em I won’t be dramatic, I spent a whole hunned on a Patek (Woo)
I told them I will f*ck up everything, n*ggas ain't what would happen (Woo)
Yeah, n*gga been flexin', talkin', n*gga we just talkin' (Rack-rack-racks)
Ooh (Yeah), ooh, ooh (Let's go), ooh, yeah (Yeah), ooh, ooh (Woo, Woo), yeah, ooh (Woo), yeah, ooh, ooh (Woo, Woo), yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, let's go

[Outro: Guap Tarantino, Playboi Carti]
Ooh-ooh (Yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)