Jahlil Beats - Top Shotta lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] $200 Fanta in a styrofoam 30-shot banana in my firearm d**h to any n***a that I slide up on Supply ya mama with the casket she put flowers on The Don Dada, the rude boy, the top shotta Ya ras clot, ya batty boy, go s** ya fadda I'm bad boy, I warn boy, like Big Poppa I squeeze choppa, release copper, ya bleed proper Yeah, empty out the clip 'till the Baretta lock Circle the block, scope, see if he dead or not 7-shot .38, the lead'll pop Squat, squeeze with one eye open like Fetty Wap And I don't really wanna expose you, I'm tryna be humble But deers belong in the woods and not in the jungle And you ain't never in the hood, scared them n***a's will trunk you Got n***as in your circle now that's waiting to slump you [Interlude] [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] Right back on that a**, I ain't finish n***a I will drag your a** ‘till you surrender n***a You sweet n***a, you fake n***a, you Splenda n***a p**y you ain't tough n***a, you tender n***a I injure n***as, beginner n***as, I been the n***a b**h I k** your vibe, shout out to Kendrick, n***a I watched the LOX and I listened n***a Could've been the fourth member, but I went with Jigga Send your n***as, I'm with whatever, let's get it n***a I slide down your chimney like it's December n***a Pop off on sight, shoot up your Sprinter n***a And you ain't 'bout that life, so stop pretending n***a And I can give two sh**s if I'm offending n***as b**h if that shoe fits, that's who it's meant for n***a I put the city on the map, facts Who the f** wanna claim king now? Bully back [Outro]