I'm comin' for the top
Comin' for the top
Watch the body's drop
Watch the body's drop
The body count accepting all donations
Split a swisher, roll a blunt put that in rotation
I been the man, I been the man
F*ck what you thought boy
I wrote so many tracks
Running out of ink inside the ball point
Niggas they be trippin I don't listen to that talk boy
Hammer by my side like I'm a mutha f*ckin cowboy...
Ima bad ass nigga
Keep a bad ass bitch
F*ck around I'll beat that ass and make you grab that switch
Man this road to riches Is full of hoes and bitches
And when it come to my money! I don't know division
My flow be so exquisite... Mmm I thought I told you
Crook! give me the beat I do what I'm supposed to
Young nigga been spitting ripping shit since like '02
If you need it I got it I'm that nigga to go to
They can't hold me down, This is what I was made for
Nigga we been workin' workin' Album comin' wait for it
Yo bitch gon twerkin' twerkin' like she getting paid for it
Do this for a purpose, and the purpose is to take over!
Stay focused, they notice, they hoping
I don't get big like I'm Beethoven
They hopin' I don't blow up like a NAPALM!
That pistol in my hand I don't safe on
The fit is all black like batman ain't got no cape on
I'm pickin up the slack put it on my back then put my cape on
Them other niggas wack and they be acting like they A1
Been at this shit since day 1
Won't stop until that day come
Where they ummmmm...
Back to back to back to back to back
Nigga pack the strap
Aim at ya hat, then BLAT!
Thats a planned attack
Demand the cash
That hammer have... these niggas folding like they hands was wack!
Uhhh
Love me or hate me
But this what you make me
We been cookin up some shit you see the oven Is baking
It's like the boy is inside of it cuz the boy is on fire man
I'm the hottest thang next to the stove and the frying pan
Nigga tell the truth
(Truth)
We going up ain't coming down don't need a parachute
(No No)
She pick it up and drop it down just for a pair of shoes
(Yup)
The flow is sick and haters tryina give me theraflu
That's because they scared of you
I just ain't prepared to lose
I'm taking shots like its a ball game... Ball game
Stay fresh to death nigga all day
Aww man
Grind so hard the boy ain't got no off days... Off days
They gon bang this shit until the walls break... Walls break
Everything I touch better have Allstate
Call Drake tell that boy to meet me on his off day
Talk cray!
Put me on the stage I'm leaping off stage
Drop names!
Got no time for that I'm dropping bombs man
SGT - Napalm Lyrics
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I'm comin' for the top
Comin' for the top
Watch the body's drop
Watch the body's drop
The body count accepting all donations
Split a swisher, roll a blunt put that in rotation
I been the man, I been the man
F*ck what you thought boy
I wrote so many tracks
Running out of ink inside the ball point
Niggas they be trippin I don't listen to that talk boy
Hammer by my side like I'm a mutha f*ckin cowboy...
Ima bad ass nigga
Keep a bad ass bitch
F*ck around I'll beat that ass and make you grab that switch
Man this road to riches Is full of hoes and bitches
And when it come to my money! I don't know division
My flow be so exquisite... Mmm I thought I told you
Crook! give me the beat I do what I'm supposed to
Young nigga been spitting ripping shit since like '02
If you need it I got it I'm that nigga to go to
They can't hold me down, This is what I was made for
Nigga we been workin' workin' Album comin' wait for it
Yo bitch gon twerkin' twerkin' like she getting paid for it
Do this for a purpose, and the purpose is to take over!
Stay focused, they notice, they hoping
I don't get big like I'm Beethoven
They hopin' I don't blow up like a NAPALM!
That pistol in my hand I don't safe on
The fit is all black like batman ain't got no cape on
I'm pickin up the slack put it on my back then put my cape on
Them other niggas wack and they be acting like they A1
Been at this shit since day 1
Won't stop until that day come
Where they ummmmm...
Back to back to back to back to back
Nigga pack the strap
Aim at ya hat, then BLAT!
Thats a planned attack
Demand the cash
That hammer have... these niggas folding like they hands was wack!
Uhhh
Love me or hate me
But this what you make me
We been cookin up some shit you see the oven Is baking
It's like the boy is inside of it cuz the boy is on fire man
I'm the hottest thang next to the stove and the frying pan
Nigga tell the truth
(Truth)
We going up ain't coming down don't need a parachute
(No No)
She pick it up and drop it down just for a pair of shoes
(Yup)
The flow is sick and haters tryina give me theraflu
That's because they scared of you
I just ain't prepared to lose
I'm taking shots like its a ball game... Ball game
Stay fresh to death nigga all day
Aww man
Grind so hard the boy ain't got no off days... Off days
They gon bang this shit until the walls break... Walls break
Everything I touch better have Allstate
Call Drake tell that boy to meet me on his off day
Talk cray!
Put me on the stage I'm leaping off stage
Drop names!
Got no time for that I'm dropping bombs man
Comin' for the top
Watch the body's drop
Watch the body's drop
The body count accepting all donations
Split a swisher, roll a blunt put that in rotation
I been the man, I been the man
F*ck what you thought boy
I wrote so many tracks
Running out of ink inside the ball point
Niggas they be trippin I don't listen to that talk boy
Hammer by my side like I'm a mutha f*ckin cowboy...
Ima bad ass nigga
Keep a bad ass bitch
F*ck around I'll beat that ass and make you grab that switch
Man this road to riches Is full of hoes and bitches
And when it come to my money! I don't know division
My flow be so exquisite... Mmm I thought I told you
Crook! give me the beat I do what I'm supposed to
Young nigga been spitting ripping shit since like '02
If you need it I got it I'm that nigga to go to
They can't hold me down, This is what I was made for
Nigga we been workin' workin' Album comin' wait for it
Yo bitch gon twerkin' twerkin' like she getting paid for it
Do this for a purpose, and the purpose is to take over!
Stay focused, they notice, they hoping
I don't get big like I'm Beethoven
They hopin' I don't blow up like a NAPALM!
That pistol in my hand I don't safe on
The fit is all black like batman ain't got no cape on
I'm pickin up the slack put it on my back then put my cape on
Them other niggas wack and they be acting like they A1
Been at this shit since day 1
Won't stop until that day come
Where they ummmmm...
Back to back to back to back to back
Nigga pack the strap
Aim at ya hat, then BLAT!
Thats a planned attack
Demand the cash
That hammer have... these niggas folding like they hands was wack!
Uhhh
Love me or hate me
But this what you make me
We been cookin up some shit you see the oven Is baking
It's like the boy is inside of it cuz the boy is on fire man
I'm the hottest thang next to the stove and the frying pan
Nigga tell the truth
(Truth)
We going up ain't coming down don't need a parachute
(No No)
She pick it up and drop it down just for a pair of shoes
(Yup)
The flow is sick and haters tryina give me theraflu
That's because they scared of you
I just ain't prepared to lose
I'm taking shots like its a ball game... Ball game
Stay fresh to death nigga all day
Aww man
Grind so hard the boy ain't got no off days... Off days
They gon bang this shit until the walls break... Walls break
Everything I touch better have Allstate
Call Drake tell that boy to meet me on his off day
Talk cray!
Put me on the stage I'm leaping off stage
Drop names!
Got no time for that I'm dropping bombs man
Writer: Jeremiah Edwards
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