Top Floor

[Intro: Yeat]

Yeah (Yeah)

Runnin' 'round the city in my Scatpack (Skrrt, skrrt)

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Yeat]

Ridin' 'round the city in my hatchback (Skrrt)

I can't trust you kid 'cause you're a 12-lad (12-lad)

And I got this new brand new bitch and she on Vogue Mag (Yeah)

Ask me why I got this Prada bag, it's where my dope at (Yeah)

[?]

[?], with two bitches, it's a matrimony

She need [?]

Not my twin 'cause you are broke

We not cooperatin'

How you say you been workin' so hard but all this [?]?

All these bands, I'm wastin'

Pop me a Perc, it's amazing

[?] but I'm so damn impatient

I put Issey all on my feet 'cause I got damn fashion

I got Rick all on my feet, [?] bands stacked

And these tricks speaked out too much, don't think they understand

And I'm gonna whisper, [?], I'm too high, I forgot the plan

[?]. yeah, like it's Baghdad

Before I go in way too long, I'm the bad man

[Verse: Young Jordan]

Yeah, I might bail on 'em, I won't tell nothing

And I got a big stick, and I clip that big [?]

[?] trainers on the shawty, I'ma make that bitch run

Celine on her bag, or Chanel, make that bitch cum

I just got a new truck, got a hundred blue faces

I just put some fuckin' Chrome Heart on my shoe lace

I can't trust these fuckin' boys, nah, 'cause they two-faced

Had to tell her "Pull up on me, baby, I don't do dates"

Now she wanna pull in, then we get to boolin'

She be actin' crazy, I'm like "Damn, you foolin'"

Like I do construction, know I keep my toolie

No, I can't fuck with no bastards, nah, I can't do it

[Chorus: Yeat]

Ridin' 'round the city in my hatchback (Skrrt)

I can't trust you kid 'cause you're a 12-lad (12-lad)

And I got this new brand new bitch and she on Vogue Mag (Yeah)

Ask me why I got this Prada bag, it's where my dope at (Yeah)

[?]

[?], with two bitches, it's a matrimony

She need [?]

Not my twin 'cause you are broke

We not cooperatin'

How you say you been workin' so hard but all this [?]?

All these bands, I'm wastin'

Pop me a Perc, it's amazing

[?] but I'm so damn impatient

I put Issey all on my feet 'cause I got damn fashion

I got Rick all on my feet, [?] bands stacked

And these tricks speaked out too much, don't think they understand

And I'm gonna whisper, [?], I'm too high, I forgot the plan

[?]. yeah, like it's Baghdad

Before I go in way too long, I'm the bad man