Back on Top

[Intro]

(Antt did the track)

Where we at, Beatz?

Two-way, duece, siete

[Chorus]

You see the Cartis, nigga play with me and it's a pizza party

You might've seen me on the Dyke with 5Z and Marty

Insides crying, shit feel like a nigga dying

Small things to a giant, I'ma come back out this shit on top

I'ma come back out this shit on top

I'ma come back out this shit on top

[Verse 1]

Three hundred grits of topside fresh up out the mixer

Snatched the extras out the press and passed them out to my sniffers

Stacked a thousand, kids smack down to split a mister

Put it with this other seven, twenties slapping off the Richter

Fеll in love with my junkie and my sifter

Hеar them niggas say they getting money but I beg to differ

Got a fiend at my ring, I met off Eileen

Way she cook and clean for me, nigga damn near wanna kiss her

Wish that I can win her often but she keep on calling

Late nights, early morning, pulling up with big spenders

Foreign Coupe on E, old school jamming like it's 92.3

Brick in a Benz fender

From a nickel and dime ass nigga

To a top hat balling big rigger, ghetto rich nigga

Half brick of Whoa Nelly, all grits

Gave my unc my old Pelle just for cleaning up the dog shit

[Chorus]

You see the Cartis, nigga play with me and it's a pizza party

You might've seen me on the Dyke with 5Z and Marty

Insides crying, shit feel like a nigga dying

Small things to a giant, I'ma come back out this shit on top

I'ma come back out this shit on top

I'ma come back out this shit on top

[Verse 2]

She seen my blood died by hands of my enemy, niggas too finicky

Slap a drum and a violin, that's a symphony

You ever carried seven to fifteen hundro through a racist town?

Ever touched a fifty clip so quick that that shit had you frightened?

Thinking that he just might be a 'undo tryna take you down

Brodie just came home from a dime and he right back indicted

Clashing with the titans in the ten hundred eighty thou'

I just hope that don't no guests show up unless that's uninvited

While niggas tryna cup a board, I was tryna flight it

Closed mouth don't get fed, you got the right to be silent

Slide like a hoverboard, brick of Billie Eilish

Touching down, then body more like I'm Johnny Unitas

Hundred popper, quarter ticket milly rocker

Guns butter popcorn, Orville Redenbacher

Glock 19, least thirty in my choppy

Little nephew chipping shit'll turn a nigga to a hot topic

[Chorus]

You see the Cartis, nigga play with me and it's a pizza party

You might've seen me on the Dyke with 5Z and Marty

Insides crying, shit feel like a nigga dying

Small things to a giant, I'ma come back out this shit on top