top 5

Gra-Gra-Gra
Is that you JJ
Be keeping that
Bizzy, muna monster, If I walk with the 30 clip
Inna face
That structure, Bloodclot
Like, look
Whats a demon to a goblin
I was trappin, I was robbin
Every villain got a problem (Facts)
Look, every hero got a Gotham
Every child need a father
Like, I was raised by the block
I was nine when my father got knocked
I was twelve when my brother got knocked
I was thirteen when I left off that shot, eliminated
I had to get on that gritty shit I aint forgiving em (At all)
I took a plea for what? Get on your knees I dont wanna ****
Look, switching your team for what? I took a oath I aint switching up
Look, serving these fiends for what? So I can have Js when I step in the club (Facts)
Look now I got foreigns Im steppin in Dior
Drugs in my system Im drinking my Seymours
My body different, I was the Grinch I aint care bout no Christmas
Look, she wanna hit this
I done **** bitches and ****ed with they friendships
Look, Im finna slide with a big stick
No Im Fivio but I got that big drip
This aint no race dont trip bitch, I took an L and then I got big lit
Uh, now Im just tryna get big rich, I aint got time to beef over kid shit
I took an opp off the hitlist
My niggas sliding they think that they blitzin
Look, these niggas lie in the booth
See me in person like who you gon yell at
You aint no shooter boy who you gon tell that
If I get booked Marz know where the bell at
I was round pack but no I never sell that
Uh, did a flip with some coke
I told my migo to mail that
Like, look
I said yall niggas play too much
I keep it brief, up in these raps
No I aint saying too much, these niggas aint do enough
Yall niggas spinning, but yall aint even spinning on niggas thats aint even tuff
been fiending to dump
Had that pussy boy bleeding that time of the month
My shooters been on a hunt
When we slide they aint like Rick they like Forrest Gump (Facts)
I asked if you ready or not
If I see an opp, dont think its sweet cause you know its baby bottlepop
When it comes to these bars Im really elite
Bitch Im the one who made it hot
Like, look
I was spinin on any block
Im off the trone I said I dont do Ciroc
From the east where they cook up
But I be in the stop where the real niggas milly rock
And my shooter just hit me like good luck
You know it get spooky up at the top
Cause thats when you see who hatin
They aint gon love you when you leave the block
Like nah ma, always on go I dont care bout no stop signs
Top 5
Uh, come to that drill and they know Im top 5
On the dead guys
Uh, niggas say different then he get his head fried
You a damn lie
Like, you mention Brooklyn you know that Im top 5
Like, uh we really spinnin for real
Uh, they makin up drills where we really makin movies for real
Like, uh
Niggas know I dont cap
I made it cool to jack what I jack
Im EBK niggas know all the facts
Like, top 5
Uh, dead or alive they know Im top 5
You mention Brooklyn you know that Im top 5
On the dead guys
Like, he talking hot then he get his head fried
You a damn lie
Like, come to that drill and they know Im top 5
These niggas lie in the booth
See me in person like who you gon yell at
You aint no shooter boy who you gon tell that
If I get booked Marz know where the bell at
I was round pack but no I never sell that
Uh, did a flip with some coke
I told my migo to mail that
Like, look