Top of The Year - Jim Jones, Pure, Trav

Top of the fiscal, still poppin' my shit dough

Send a few words to enlight, pop in this whip hole

Bitch, now top dirty to the top of my dick and blow me

Least above thirty just to hop in this whip hole

Drop on the street remove, top on the web watch me

Droppin' like this whom

She want to dance, my watch is a disco

40 in my Benz, I’m just watchin' how the shit go

Choppers and pistols, cuttlers on pigs but they rock you like Pitbull

I’m uptown, think I’m captain I’m bricks yo

Drop it in pot like I dropped it in Crisco

Fried chicken wings, beef, fried rice

So if you forget them things, keep your heat by your side

And point 'em out, they ain’t on my level

Top floor, not a single flaw on my bezel

I’m fuckin' with your brain

I’m fuckin' with your brain

If you should brain or drugs

Fuck with me nigga be your brain on slugs

These niggas hate it, leave the watch at

Pull up in the club then we pop at 'em

Don’t know shit about a Mac Book

But I could dance on that shit with a flat foot

Fuck these niggas talkin' like they slingin' things

Different airport, six-seated planes

And KOB’s toss select the best picture

Connect you back when I links up 24's on that different city

Misfit, bisquit, nigga I’m high as hell

Got the gun tucked in widest shell

Real talk, them fire shells, flip on clientele

Niggas get clapped then cry and tell

The fat bread, they hall and we in vigor

Who will kick doors like the cops made weagan?

You’d better duck on these bleachers

It’s not something that you used to

I’m riding in that six doo

These 80's shot a knock on my grind

Rock star in Disney, like Korn Rose I’m crispy

The roof gone, miss-missin', no sleep, I’m persistent

Got 60 racks on my clothes, 60 racks on my shows

Fancies and them slows, they ain’t hustle girls, 6−0's

I got niggas on my dick like bitches

And I get it on and strip like niggas

But I’m a bad bitch and you niggas like bitches

I make it snow on July 3rd

No wings, I could show you how to fly a bird

No macamali with my J’s on

Float on Ferrari with my shades on

This Burgun back cost a half a brick

I’m getting head in the woop and I’m crashing it

Count a hundred thou while I’m masturbating

And pray to God

They say God works through me, they swept every sale

Paper right now or nigga Vigadale

Two niggas shot, I’m in the bullet beach

Wanna get P in sitcom beach

Look at my karma bitch, my outfit causal afflict

This is unfortunate shit, you want a coat full of dicks

Shots fired, rockabaya, like a langula bitch

I want the car to this chit, I do money my flip

Hey say I’m better when I talk my shit

I say I’m better when I’m ridin' in a gorgeous whip

Passenger a gorgeous bitch, 44th on my hip

Just keepin' me warm cause I’m quite sure the corner’s brigged

And in my 'viroment they need you stiff

I’ll tie you, they’ll crucify you for keezle sniff

I know the difference between friends and foes

So I know it’s a thin line between ven and lows

I’m back and forth the border, cross the water

Where the grass ain’t greener

Snitchers make you so my cash gave meaning

For the cash full blast past the reefer

Last of a dying bred blasting through your speakers

My whole click turnt up this really strip burnt up

Shooters on deck nigga it’s a bloody murder

No squares in my circle, no lanes on my team

Only victor with my game that’s why I’m nigga with they dream

Watch me light it up if you steady

Leave 'em up I could hit you

And you know a nigga won’t stop like my nigga named Muslitti

Young vamp and in pretty

Boots on, hard cloak

Solid warm, full of charm

And I keep shit like I hit the alarm

I know hustle and I know the plane

I felt the sun and I felt the rain

Flow like a butterfly, sting like a bee

You haven’t seen pretty 'til you niggas seen me