BM Riqq - Top 5 (feat. Skilla Baby) Lyrics

M.I.A., J.C
I hear you, J.C
Niggas doubted me, I told y'all
A nigga better not hit your baby with a snowball
These niggas be so fraud
Fifty in my goyard
I love the money counter, that bitch sound like Mozart
I don't really hang with rappers, they be so soft
My fiend, Want soft
Snort it till his nose raw
Put a bitch on a nigga head, she gon' cone dog
Spend all winter for them franklins when the snow fall
Beefing with a broke nigga, that's so embarrassing
Having Zoom meetings with my plug, I put flair in it
Hit a nigga mama in her top, we only sparing kids
Niggas on the internet
Riq really be shredding shit
Homicide negligent
Step on every resident
Twenty thousand on me, I be fresher than a peppermint
Real killers with me, I be safer than a president
Every time he see mad, Brody tryna stretch some shit
Ha, top 5 of Michigan, it's my state
I ain't letting niggas take nothing off my plate
You ain't got no money for me, get out my face
We be tryna kill a nigga when he violate
Ha, top 5 of Michigan, man it's my state
I ain't letting niggas take nothing off my plate
You ain't got no money for me, get out my face
We be tryna kill a nigga when he violate
Y'all niggas just got guns, I got guns and pape
Put a 50 on my Drake, niggas love to hate
Let em play, I'm putting 50 on a nigga face
My lil' nigga steal cars to get in the chase
I was local, now I'm poppin' in a different state
I don't care what they say about me, bitch, I'm in the Wraith
Running to the money, you know im a win the race
I ain't duck and smoke with nobody, ain't no nigga safe
Young is hell and rich is f*ck, man I'm livin' great
The labels say they need a tape, they gon' give me pape
Young nigga ill smoke a nigga like a vape I aint stingy with the money all my niggas ate
Top 5 in Michigan, man it's my state
I ain't letting niggas take nothing off my plate
You ain't got no money for me, get out my face
We be tryna kill a nigga when he violate
Top 5 in Michigan, man it's my state
I ain't letting niggas take nothing off my plate
You ain't got no money for me, get out my face
We be tryna kill a nigga when he violate
I can show you how to get some for real boy you ain't never see no grit
I spend about 2.6, bitch, all my niggas, they be on that tip
Slap it fully on the Glock, real quick, I don't need no grip
If they get me in that room, I swear to God, I'm finna plead the fifth
The last nigga tried to rob, he got his ass stripped
Take out the 2, 2, 3, put the 5, 5, 6, in
Get his ass whipped, and you keep talking about that bag, but you don't bag shit
Seen a nigga out in traffic with that mag, he got his ass switched
Bitch let's keep talkin' about that bag, cause I be on it
If it ain't about the trap, I don't condone it
And if a nigga on my ass, he the opponent
Bar stuffin' so many bricks in the trap, you know he on it
And if a nigga think he gang, we gon' take his blick
Stop tryin' to run from that switch, all it take is
Sendin' bows through the mail, better get hip
Say two day for delivery, it might take six