Top Spot lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga, and I'm comin' for that top spot

[Chorus]
Ayy, b*tch, I'm comin' for that top spot
These 40s jumpin' out this b*tch, these ain't no Pop Rocks
Just made a fresh fifty-ball, I'm finna cop watch
The gleek right next to the bed, it ain't no lockbox
You better ask about my name, they got me f*cked up
And you could stay out my DM, b*tch, I don't f*ck ducks
This n*gga talkin' 'bout a fight and I got somethin' tucked
And tell Foreign punch me in, I'm off a peach Crush

[Verse 1]
n*gga, ayy, and let the b*tch choose
Clown n*gga, all you missin' is some big shoes
You told the teacher when my n*ggas went to skip school
You handcuffin' on that ho, let the b*tch loose
You broke, n*gga, you ain't never put no bag up
A n*gga push up on this whip, make him back up
They tryna find out what I'm in, this the fast one
I'm with the sh*t, plus a n*gga got his cash up
Could call Jim, he could get a n*gga ten pints
And we ain't scary, but I'm tellin' you, we don't fight
We in the city, I ain't finna stop at no light
It's three n*ggas, but on mama's, we got four pipes, n*gga
[Chorus]
Ayy, b*tch, I'm comin' for that top spot
These 40s jumpin' out this b*tch, these ain't no Pop Rocks
Just made a fresh fifty-ball, I'm finna cop watch
The gleek right next to the bed, it ain't no lockbox
You better ask about my name, they got me f*cked up
And you could stay out my DM, b*tch, I don't f*ck ducks
This n*gga talkin' 'bout a fight and I got somethin' tucked
And tell Foreign punch me in, I'm off a peach Crush

[Verse 2]
I'm by myself, but I'm pullin' up with Draco
Them 5.6s hit his head, where his face go?
They said his flesh out there lookin' like some Play-Doh
I think this n*gga sold his money, where his pape' go?
But look, ayy, b*tch, I'm on some new sh*t
These new whips, I'm pullin' up, they like, "Who is this?"
You broke, b*tch, you ain't never seen no loose slip
(Ayy, haha, nah, not to lie to motherf*ckers, I don't know what them is)
Ayy, but, ayy, I got my cash right
I walk past and got it slappin' 'cause that ass right
I made ten just today, but this a bad night
I'm sippin' juice in my section [?]

[Chorus]
Ayy, b*tch, I'm comin' for that top spot
These 40s jumpin' out this b*tch, these ain't no Pop Rocks
Just made a fresh fifty-ball, I'm finna cop watch
The gleek right next to the bed, it ain't no lockbox
You better ask about my name, they got me f*cked up
And you could stay out my DM, b*tch, I don't f*ck ducks
This n*gga talkin' 'bout a fight and I got somethin' tucked
And tell Foreign punch me in, I'm off a peach Crush