top v.i.p - nifty b lyrics
[intro]
kosmik, turn this sh*t up
[verse 1: nifty b]
uh, i’m a v.i.p, ho’
breathe, ho’, every time she see me, it’s a heat stroke
i.t.o, bring the rocket ship, yellin’ lift off
smokin’ weed and f*ckin’ thots, i’m sellin’ crack on t*soul
this b*tch, she keep on callin’ me, she askin’ who i.p’in’?
i could invest in bullets, aim the beam at his matha’
how many ice i really own, i mean, you gotta investigate
my anniversary just passed, let’s go celebrate
caught a body, served the time, and came home a demon
i advice the opps to chill out, when sneak dissin’
cеrtified v.i.p, i take over all thе industries
that b*tch want the gucci, but she know i ain’t no money tree
cruelty, prodigy, d*i*g*n*i*t*y
say, blood
i saw they jacked ya’ gun, would let you borrow my 9, but you can’t be trusted
the henny listed on the shelf, in case of forums?
i’m makin’ sure that they don’t rob it, standin’ for em’
that b*tch in love, but her big brother wear her hand*me*downs
have mercy on me, when i’m in her ass the whole time
osaka got a weird taste, why he f*ckin’ thots?
talam put the pole on the table, like we in d&d, like
top, top, top, top, top, top v.i.p
top, top, top, top, top, that’s what she gave me
i’m just tryna make it big, you not tryin’
thotty gave me throat, but it’s prolly that 90
[verse 2: nifty b]
i think my b*tch really just want me for ice, for real
i’m on grind, and this sh*t never gon’ stop, for real (don’t worry)
ibaka fouled, i don’t think i can shoot like him then
should sign to steph, and you’ll have decent and actual chance of winnin’
the knee*beggin’s real wild, call me daddy all you want
ayy, b*tch, i’m not slow
saw the police rollin’ deep, had to head outta there, re*locate
call the boys up, it’s a function, where the b*tches
she my thotty*boo, get strippin’
f*ck a opp thot, she a hot thot, put a bikini on or somethin’
she heard i’m v.i.p, now she wanna get f*ckin’
the opps deserve a slammin’, be flipped over and under
catch a bullet right to yo’ popstick, got fame, it’s all in one night, though
might put this on a frame ho’
tell that n*gga make his own album, know the jealousy
f*ck nifty b, you wish n*gga, i’m still grindin’, and his ass fell into a pothole
[verse 3: nifty b]
he keep weapons in a stroller, then got caught, he embarrassed
they highlighted his music videos, seen his face, apologizement
when f*p*n came out, this the first time heard the news, uh
spin the block while in a ghost, he better not speak on danny phantom
ayy, homie built like fanum, that gorlock got destroyed
when i grew up in my neighborhood, at 4, stopped playin’ with toys
identify as cool, they should just call me roy
tell my homies pull up, we gon’ fill em’ up wit’ joy, uh
tilt em like italics, homie, i’ma get him flocked, uh
i.t.o central, and i won’t pass the c, uh
i ain’t name*droppin’ but just know i got this gun, uh
he think i won’t spin, b*tch, i do this sh*t for fun, uh
yeah, my name nifty, but i come from off a block, uh
smoke gorilla glue, but i ain’t talkin’ bout itself (word)
money runnin’ up, i show love, i’m outside, uh
[chorus: nifty b]
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