Lyrics
Yeah
Top of the top, yeah
You know we at the top of the mountain
Scotty Wye
Top of the top of the mountain
Ooh-wee
What it do?
Scotty
I'm rollin' that dope
I'm from the hood of Atlanta
Nigga, I'm 'posed to be broke
I never lost hope
I'm with the jiggas and scammers
They tryna say it's some dope
I'm nailin' this hoe
I fuck a hood bitch on camera
I fuck a bitch on the road
I fuck a bitch on the way
I fuck a bitch on the low
Zeze got so many hoes
I had to tell a bitch no
Bitch don't tell none when we walk in the store, yeah
I bought a gun in the store
Mix Margiela, I walk in the store, yeah
I put a gun on your head
Fresh from the stent when you talk to me, hoe, yeah
Hot out with so many lads
I'm bringin' the motherfuckin' opp in this hoe
I'm bringin' the motherfuckin' shooters
We takin' that blickers to knock at the door
I came from the Oodles of Noodles
I'm bringin' that motherfuckin' guap in this hoe
I'm takin' this bitch, yeah, you losin' me
I'm takin' this bitch, I arrive in this hoe
She came to suck dick in the Uber
Pop out with this shit, now you popular, hoe
I fuck with this bitch 'cause she got a good throat
You know I ain't with all the gossipin', hoe
My brother'll pop at a officer, hoe
I point at your bro, then he pop at your bro (Blame Slime)
C-C-Chrome on the neck and the shirt and the pants
Shit, the shades too (Damn)
It's next level style, I pop out the Maybach
I got on some wave boots (Oh, damn)
I just gave my dawg like two or three thousand
'Cause that nigga stayed true (Real nigga)
My shooter not really with none of that talkin'
He pull up and phase you (Blatt, bow)
That little bitty boy had went against the grain
Now he had to pay his dues (Fuck you)
We got a few ARs and Swiss, some Glocks
And we got some Ks too (Blatt, bow)
My bitch a lil' bougie, she don't do no bitin'
She pull up and mace you (Let's go)
I'm sippin' on Quake cool (Let's get it)
Not sippin' no Grey Goose
If you not the homie, I promise I'm shootin', lil' buddy
No fade for you (Blame Slime)
Have you ever took a shower and your bitch start bathin' you? (On God)
You forgot I'm not afraid of you (Uh)
You a hoe, I'm not savin' you (Let's get it, Blame Slime)
I'm rollin' that dope
I'm from the hood of Atlanta
Nigga, I'm 'posed to be broke
I never lost hope
I'm with the jiggas and scammers
They tryna say it's some dope
I'm nailin' this hoe
I fuck a hood bitch on camera
I fuck a bitch on the road
I fuck a bitch on the way
I fuck a bitch on the low
Zeze got so many hoes
Top of the top, yeah
You know we at the top of the mountain
Scotty Wye
Top of the top of the mountain
Ooh-wee
What it do?
Scotty
I'm rollin' that dope
I'm from the hood of Atlanta
Nigga, I'm 'posed to be broke
I never lost hope
I'm with the jiggas and scammers
They tryna say it's some dope
I'm nailin' this hoe
I fuck a hood bitch on camera
I fuck a bitch on the road
I fuck a bitch on the way
I fuck a bitch on the low
Zeze got so many hoes
I had to tell a bitch no
Bitch don't tell none when we walk in the store, yeah
I bought a gun in the store
Mix Margiela, I walk in the store, yeah
I put a gun on your head
Fresh from the stent when you talk to me, hoe, yeah
Hot out with so many lads
I'm bringin' the motherfuckin' opp in this hoe
I'm bringin' the motherfuckin' shooters
We takin' that blickers to knock at the door
I came from the Oodles of Noodles
I'm bringin' that motherfuckin' guap in this hoe
I'm takin' this bitch, yeah, you losin' me
I'm takin' this bitch, I arrive in this hoe
She came to suck dick in the Uber
Pop out with this shit, now you popular, hoe
I fuck with this bitch 'cause she got a good throat
You know I ain't with all the gossipin', hoe
My brother'll pop at a officer, hoe
I point at your bro, then he pop at your bro (Blame Slime)
C-C-Chrome on the neck and the shirt and the pants
Shit, the shades too (Damn)
It's next level style, I pop out the Maybach
I got on some wave boots (Oh, damn)
I just gave my dawg like two or three thousand
'Cause that nigga stayed true (Real nigga)
My shooter not really with none of that talkin'
He pull up and phase you (Blatt, bow)
That little bitty boy had went against the grain
Now he had to pay his dues (Fuck you)
We got a few ARs and Swiss, some Glocks
And we got some Ks too (Blatt, bow)
My bitch a lil' bougie, she don't do no bitin'
She pull up and mace you (Let's go)
I'm sippin' on Quake cool (Let's get it)
Not sippin' no Grey Goose
If you not the homie, I promise I'm shootin', lil' buddy
No fade for you (Blame Slime)
Have you ever took a shower and your bitch start bathin' you? (On God)
You forgot I'm not afraid of you (Uh)
You a hoe, I'm not savin' you (Let's get it, Blame Slime)
I'm rollin' that dope
I'm from the hood of Atlanta
Nigga, I'm 'posed to be broke
I never lost hope
I'm with the jiggas and scammers
They tryna say it's some dope
I'm nailin' this hoe
I fuck a hood bitch on camera
I fuck a bitch on the road
I fuck a bitch on the way
I fuck a bitch on the low
Zeze got so many hoes