Top Boy

[Chorus: Young T]
I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend
Killy killy in the Mercedes Benz
Big bad ting on da [?]
She gon love me off the juice and the blem
Bust down, new season
I made if all off a dealing
Bust down, new season
Let me get a touch, no feelings

[Verse 1: Bugsey]
And dem niggas in your faction don't like action
And the matte-black Range [?]
Quick chicks explain and a nice landing gave back and them niggas stuck a knife right in
GLAs, Beemers I'm night riding, make a left if you ever see the bright lights sing
Preacher never told me what the shine might bring, so I got bro with me on a Samurai ting
Three gold chains, I was shopping random, gave her one yo babe, she gonna [?]
Riding back can't get my [?] round here
Whatever falls down, put a [?] round him
These manna bruck kinda painful to watch, the Cartier bust, is it dancing or what?
Built up a trust, now she throw me a box
Young Mac Daddy, you should know me I'm hot

[Chorus: Young T]
I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend
Killy killy in the Mercedes Benz
Big bad ting wanna pretend
She gon love me off the juice and the blem
Bust down, new season
I made if all off a dealing
Bust down, new season
Let me get a touch, no feelings

[Verse 2: Morrisson]
Matt black B.M
Dark tints, you can't see in
White gal in my passy looking eastern european
Buy packs from L.A and send them back to the ends
And pray that the postman doesn't see them
My jail man, I free them
Smoke a op, the end
We trap through the A.M
And sleep through the P.M
Used to rent the Fryer but now I'm bout to buy it out
Spend hundred-grand on watches but I still got black man timing
All my team is shining
All my team are winning
And my brother ain't coughing yea, cuz all that lean he's drinking
My crops always stinking and neighbours always Whinging
So I pay her rent and all her fucking bills to her snitching
They wanna catch me slipping so I put it in my pouch
New shape range, I got the bullies in da back
And they're looking to attack
And my akhis go tell me bout my man
When i tell them that bush is in the house
Grab that crop and pull it down

[Chorus: Young T]
I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend
Killy killy in the Mercedes Benz
Big bad ting on da [?]
She gon love me off the juice and the blem
Bust down, new season
I made if all off a dealing
Bust down, new season
Let me get a touch, no feelings