Top Of The Mountain - DJ Scheme, Lil Keed

Yeah

Yeah, yeah (Nuri the G.O.A.T)

Yeah, yeah

Nigga, yeah

Hell yeah

(Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch)

I’m lit, the bad bitch (Let's go)

I’m havin' (Keed talk to 'em), I ride with (Keed talk to 'em)

What the fuck do you think?

Rocking Cuban link chains, man, rocking Cuban link wrist

Why the fuck her heart matching my McQueens?

If I catch a lick, I’m stashing Amiri jeans

Nigga, I’m so up, nah, I can’t complain

Got this shit sewed up, I ain’t playing no games

Yeah, I swear, I’m with my brothers, damn, ain’t none of 'em skinny

Baby mama bring it back for me, I ain’t even bless her (Hey)

So many red, goddamn, shit look like Teletubby

And my main bitch clutching (Hey)

It gon' get ugly (It is), it gon' get ridiculous

I’m rocking Range Rovers, whipping the Maybach and the Bentley

My focus is on a hundred million

Nah, I ain’t even staring your business

Ten black trucks with a hundred rounds in 'em, it’s a whole lot of killing

We can’t control your partner, get it

I’m lit, the bad bitch (Let's go)

I’m havin' (Keed talk to 'em), I ride with (Keed talk to 'em)

What the fuck do you think?

Rocking Cuban link chains, man, rocking Cuban link wrist

Why the fuck her heart matching my McQueens?

If I catch a lick, I’m stashing Amiri jeans

I’m stashing Amiri jeans, I’m stashing Amiri jeans

I’m stashing Amiri jeans, I’m stashing Amiri jeans

Just know it’s payday, yeah, when I’m in the blaze

Yeah, my partners round me JPay so I’m sending bands

Yeah, shooters on top of the roof, you play with me, they hit your head

Yeah, they think I’m in Paris, nah, I’m up in Pattison

Yeah, my car, it look like a roller-blade, I’m on Forgis

I promise to God, none of these bitches is annoying

Had to slow down 'cause these bitches was after my fortune

I’m at the top of the mountain where the lions roaring, ha

I’m lit, the bad bitch (Let's go)

I’m havin' (Keed talk to 'em), I ride with (Keed talk to 'em)

What the fuck do you think?

Rocking Cuban link chains, man, rocking Cuban link wrist

Why the fuck her heart matching my McQueens?

If I catch a lick, I’m stashing Amiri jeans

I’m stashing Amiri jeans, I’m stashing Amiri jeans

I’m stashing Amiri jeans, I’m stashing Amiri jeans