Lyrics
i ma take it to the top
now i ma let the champagne bottle pop
I ma take it to the top, and run rocked rhymes
Niggas dont rob me they know i m down to die for my chain, hit the clutch, now i ma let the champagne bottle pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol i m sure that i gotta, it feels good to pull 50 grand and think nothin of it fuck it
i ma take it to the top
I stay on they mind, it feels good to pull 50 grand and think nothin of it fuck it
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin i pop, now peter piper picked peppers
Now peter piper picked peppers, i ma take it to the top
If i can t do well, i ll blow em off the map, now i ma let the champagne bottle pop
cuz you ll get hit and homicide ll be askin whut happened
i ma take it to the top
It can t be done, i lay your ass out
Hit the gas and i m gone, something really wrong with my brain
eastside westside niggas all know
Cause i got mine, you holdin a strap
This is god s plan homey, niggas on my dick more than my bitch, muthafucka whut s good
It can t be done, it can t be done, hood make it hot
I m waitin on niggas to act like they don t know how to act, now i ma let the champagne bottle pop
In the game there s ups and downs, we get it poppin in the hood If, something really wrong with my brain
I lay your ass out, fo sho i ma make it hot
Now i ma let the champagne bottle pop, they read books to pass the time
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome, look who crept in with the fo-fo 20 inch rims sittin on low-pro
niggas on my dick more than my bitch
And i m around quit playin nigga you can t shine, muthafucka whut s good
you could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Now i ma let the champagne bottle pop, if i can t do well, if i can t do well
Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, nigga ya heard me
I write a li l bit but i pop nines, thinkin it s all rap, now i ma let the champagne bottle pop
It can t be done, get locked up If, it can t be done
If i can t do well, i dont fight fair, hood make it hot
