[Intro: Cafuné]
I watch the moon
Let it run my mood (Is that Chris?)
Can't stop thinking of you (Thanks, Zuko)
[Chorus: midwxst]
Nigga, don't play with my top
I know some brothers that stay on the block
Got this shit down, bitch, I got it on loss
Know the party got bust, so we runnin' from cops
Made me a milly, I'm seein' some thots
Made me a milly, I'll rap it off top
Made me a milly, I'm still with the squad
Call, let me know, we gon' shoot like it's C.O.D.
[Verse: midwxst]
Like fuck it, we go stupid
Like that first single, bitch I'm ruthless
Proved them wrong, niggas looking stupid
Call up Chris, know we eat at Ruth Chris
Hit that boy and turn him to a cupid
Call my bro, know he really do this
Take them dubs, nigga never losin'
Pick your side, bitch, who you choosin'?
Hop in the Aud', 34 and we speedin'
Call up my brother, he whippin' that demon
Run in this crib, woke him up, he drеamin'
Shut that party down, nobody leavin'
Buyin' 'em clothes, nigga, you can't еven get 'em
"Hell, bitch," I tell my bro like I'ma get it
Told him that yap and he totin' that weapon
Just switching mans, who the fuck gonna tell him?
[Chorus: midwxst & Bandmanrill]
Nigga, don't play with my top
I know some brothers that stay on the block
Got this shit down, bitch, I got it on loss
Know the party got bust, so we runnin' from cops
Made me a milly, I'm seein' some thots
Made me a milly, I'll rap it off top
Made me a milly, I'm still with the squad
Call, let me know, we gon' shoot like it's C.O.D. (Hold on, hold up, wait)
[Verse: Bandmanrill]
Gotta keep me a stick in the book bag
You is not gang, lil' bro, where your hood at?
Bitch, I be in the south where I'm good at
Brodie, he big, got the meat like a footbag
I got hoes from east to midwest
I got poles and beams and big checks
I rock clothes and jeans, I been flexin'
Old bitch mad she can't see the new checks
Wait, bitch, I got money up
He a bum, tell him go get his funny up
He just sat here, don't even got money, uh
In my bag, I'ma run around, run it up
Lil' brodie, he can't even go to his block
Shoutout brodie, he's stuck in a box
Niggas hate and they don't want me to pop
What, word, do not play on my top, lil' bro
[Chorus: midwxst]
Nigga, don't play with my top
I know some brothers that stay on the block
Got this shit down, bitch, I got it on loss
Know the party got bust, so we runnin' from cops
Made me a milly, I'm seein' some thots
Made me a milly, I'll rap it off top
Made me a milly, I'm still with the squad
Call, let me know, we gon' shoot like it's C.O.D
