Top Notch

[Intro: KirbLaGoop]
Yeah, Yeah, 130, thirty, forty, forty-four, sip, sip, yeah
Get it in with my twin and we sip four, sip
Techne

[Verse 1: KirbLaGoop]
Get it in with my twin and we sip four
And I heard what you said and he don't know (He don't know)
I ain't never have no problem around the way, though
Before I'm dead, just know I'ma tote the four-four
If I did call late, I guess it's just my way
I ain't had no choice to say, just to break
Man, Parklane, Parklane in the hood
North, north across the track, maybe Inglewood
Who that be, way out from the track with the LT
.223 in his back, who is he going to see?
Heaven or Hell, with the reaper, send shells, reaper looking pissed, boy
You know it's thug in my blood, I ain't never stop
Wood is the wheel, top notch, I serve the block
Really in my brain, really in blood
Where I come from, we don't give no fucks
North across the track with the pack
Can't get in, can't get in, cop a sack
Sell it up, run it up, you know that
You can't ever ever get your get back, boy

[Bridge]
I'm sad for you and the choices you make

[Verse 2: Sunshine Christo]
Crawled through your window, 'cause the fucker locked his door
I got that real artillery, you cannot cop this at a store
And my homies fighting wars, KD's like Call of Duty scores
You forget how many people that you killed
'Cause all you want is some more
My body stay sore, I be sleeping barely, always at work
Working on this music and always raising my worth
I don't be using my phone unless it is essential
You be living on Twitter, man, so much wasted potential
I don't fuck with these niggas, 'cause they think they're special
My grandpa killed so many people the army gave him a medal
It's in my genetics to be a cold kind of person
I find it as a blessing, because I don't believe in curses
And I'm out in the world, I be moving around the state
You go and censor yourself, because you're afraid of what they'll say
I'm a psychopath, I can act as kind as you want me to
'Cause to me people are objects, yeah, you're nothing but a tool
Rip off a dirty bong, I got the mud and got the sludge
And I'm fucking with a chubby girl, she's got a bit of a pudge
She still throws it back and it was what it was
And he wanted a donation, I said fuck you saying?
Just a junkie buying drugs, you can afford your own arrangements
And I hit him with the block and I hit him with the mute
I just sit back and laugh, listening to KirbLaGoop

[Verse 3: BLXXDYFACERIXH]
Wash a nigga out like it's detergent, he say he a dirt bag, man, he Perkin'
Dirt bag, shawty, do you think I'm worthless?
My nigga, I'ma rob that ho' for what she working
Flexed up, I seen a dove, birds chirping
And I'm geeked up, I be fly like birdies
I buy some drugs before I buy a bitch a Birkin
Creeping through your block, nigga, I be lurking
Coke in my sock, white hoes want to purchase
Smoking DMT, I'm trying to find my purpose
At the beach, spreading weight, I'm so contorted
Geeked up for three days, I'm hearing voices
Tell my momma that I'm sorry when I look up in the sky
Grandma used to do that voodoo, yeah, these rappers like to lie
Nigga, like a gym class we be flexing with that guap
Boy, you messing with that cat, I might just take all you got
But I'm all about the peace, please don't test me, it's goodbye
Wipe her nose, pills getting popped, like the lost pills getting popped
See my uncle snort that rock, that shit fucked me a lot up
Like an Indian, boy, on your head I put a dot