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

What's 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 ain't forgiving em (At all)

I took a plea for what? Get on your knees I don't wanna ****

Look, switching your team for what? I took a oath I ain't switching up

Look, serving these fiends for what? So I can have J's when I step in the club (Facts)

Look now I got foreign's I'm steppin' in Dior

Drugs in my system I'm drinking my Seymour's

My body different, I was the Grinch I ain't care 'bout no Christmas

Look, she wanna hit this

I done **** bitches and ****ed with they friendships

Look, I'm finna slide with a big stick

No I'm Fivio but I got that big drip

This ain't no race don't trip bitch, I took an L and then I got big lit

Uh, now I'm just tryna' get big rich, I ain't 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 ain't 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 y'all niggas play too much

I keep it brief, up in these raps

No I ain't saying too much, these niggas ain't do enough

Y'all niggas spinning, but y'all ain't even spinning on niggas that's ain't 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 ain't like Rick they like Forrest Gump (Facts)

I asked if you ready or not

If I see an opp, don't think it's sweet 'cause you know it's baby bottlepop

When it comes to these bars I'm really elite

Bitch I'm the one who made it hot

Like, look

I was spinin' on any block

I'm off the 'trone I said I don't 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 that's when you see who hatin'

They ain't gon' love you when you leave the block

Like nah ma', always on go I don't care 'bout no stop signs

Top 5

Uh, come to that drill and they know I'm 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 I'm 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 don't cap

I made it cool to jack what I jack

I'm EBK niggas know all the facts

Like, top 5

Uh, dead or alive they know I'm top 5

You mention Brooklyn you know that I'm 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 I'm top 5

These niggas lie in the booth

See me in person like who you gon' yell at

You ain't 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