Top Ten

(Indigo)
(Okay Embasin, whatever)
Top ten
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, top

Baby you a baddie, I might put you in my top ten
Good head on her shoulders with a fatty, ain't no option
Puttin' up with me, my bullshit, and all my nonsense
And I fuck with you one-thou-wow, you a ride or die chick
Can't fuck with dumb thottie bitches with no logic
Fill my bag with jewels, grow that shit and make progress
And I know I got a couple traits that seem toxic
And you also got a couple things 'bout you, toxic

Got up out the hood together, we didn't wanna be boxed in
Fuck that broke shit, I put my foot down like it's socked in
On my free time I be thinkin' 'bout you daily
But I still keep it G, ho don't try to play me
Feel like Max B in 08', real wavy
Myspace date with your bitch goin' crazy
Pimp my profile like a, like I'm pimpin' bitch
Get a big stick, A&R fifteen get your split
Split your wig, all headshots that's my youngin'
Don't even talk about it, after that don't stunt me
Niggas be thinkin' that they gettin' one up on us, winnin'
But can't run no one on ones because he get slam dunkin'

Baby you a baddie, I might put you in my top ten
Good head on her shoulders with a fatty, ain't no option
Puttin' up with me, my bullshit, and all my nonsense
And I fuck with you one-thou-wow, you a ride or die chick
Can't fuck with dumb thottie bitches with no logic
Fill my bag with jewels, grow that shit and make progress
And I know I got a couple traits that seem toxic
And you also got a couple things 'bout you, toxic

I just wanna treat you like a queen, like a princess
Turn you to a goddess like you queen of Atlanta
We was in Atlanta, Magic City you was dancin'
Ass done, titties did, baby girl enhanced them
And we with the Blue Flame, yeah she an enchantress
I don't go to a jugg, I'm overprotected
If I see a nigga touch you the wrong way I'm gon'-
Shit get hectic, yeah, Fauni wreck shit
Wreck shit, wet shit
Fuck with me, smoke a nigga down, bless him
Wreck shit, wet shit
Got a issue we gon' bless shit
I ain't like these, ain't stressin' shit (no, no)
I can't be no simp on that simple shit (no, no)
You a whimp on that pimple shit
Get popped pussy boy, yeah, Wimbledon
Tennis racket, big stick
What's all the racket? It's that big stick
Niggas duck, quack 'em quick
Nigga try my bitch, that's a death sentence

Baby you a baddie, I might put you in my top ten
Good head on her shoulders with a fatty, ain't no option
Puttin' up with me, my bullshit, and all my nonsense
And I fuck with you one-thou-wow, you a ride or die chick
Can't fuck with dumb thottie bitches with no logic
Fill my bag with jewels, grow that shit and make progress
And I know I got a couple traits that seem toxic
And you also got a couple things 'bout you, toxic