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top tier - kelz2shifty lyrics

(is that twocuptyler?)
(grrra!)

[verse 1: kelz2shifty]
n*gga i’m straight but my stick might be g*y
it only k!ll n*ggas that play in my face (yeah)
i’m top tier, you not taking my place
don’t even try that’s a waste of your day (waste of your day)
i’m going insane, i’m going outta control
had me in the first half but the second i’m on (i’m on)
give me my respect, n*gga give me my throne
i’m not her type, but she beg for this pipe (that pipe)
call me a goat, i’m a thief in the night
call me a book cause i’m readin’ yo mind
ima pull up when it’s bout’ that time
makin’ your money but half of it’s mine
clutchin’ my rod goin out for attack (attack)
slidin’ on n*ggas, too late to go back
twocup and me, call us kobe and shaq (oh yeah)
abracadabra, yеah b*tch i am back
i go by kelz you gon’ say my name right
this sh*t too easy likе ridin’ a bike (oh yeah)
pull up wit twocup and trey in the back
trey not gon’ play he ain’t cuttin’ no slack
he slidin’ wit us then he part of the pack
b*tch you not him, you the next walking dead (yeah)
i’m flexin’ my money, these n*ggas they mad (on god)
i try to be great, but these n*ggas so sad
remember my name, i’m the best of the best
mikkel is my first name and skinner my last (yeah)
ima say it like trey, i ain’t cuttin’ no slack
go do like jordan and jumpman, i’m back
you do all that talking so talk wit your chest (yeah)
don’t got time for you p*ssy i’m chasin’ the bag
my family come first, and you n*ggas come last
i’m makin’ my money i spent it on gas
i’m makin’ my money i’m makin’ it fast
i feed off the haters, that sh*t make me laugh (yeah)
n*ggas be hatin’, i’m doing sum right
i’m ridin’ wit twocup, he been my day 1
[verse 2: twocuptyler]
ayy, uh
i jus popped two, now i’m leavin’ the earth
brain was so good, that hoe turned to a nerd (on god)
hop out the cayenne, b*tch ima swerve (swerve)
that boy sh*t talking, he get on my nerves
i pour a 4 in my cup, that sh*t bleedin’ (bleedin’)
i hit then i dip, now i got that b*tch fiendin (yeah)
hop out wit sticks and i feel like a demon (blatt)
i take off my shirt, and these b*tches stop breathing (what?)
uh, that boy keep talkin’, might air it out (yuh)
i get them racks in a fair amount (uh)
up on yo block, i might tear it down (yuh)
he kept talkin’ tough but he scary now (uh)
slide wit them choppas and lay em’ down
knock that boy down, bet he prayin’ now
no, i don’t give a f*ck what you sayin’ now (yeah)
got racks in the bank, i might take it out
big draco, might pull up and lay em’ out (blatt)
send me the addy, we run in yo house (your house)
oh that’s your b*tch? got my d*ck in her mouth (ugh)
i fill up my pockets wit large amounts (oh yeah)
h*ll nah, we ain’t gon’ talk it out (no)
i got a big glock, sparkin’ out
we on the opp block walkin’ down (on god)
f*ckin’ yo thot then i kick her out
(is that twocuptyler?)

- kelz2shifty lyrics

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