King Los - Top Let Back lyrics

Ay We're still on the G5, baby We're riding smooth Don't Get it f**ed up Next stop: B-more! Bad Boy, the block, your boy Los Check it out (Let's do it) Ay I've got my o's fitted low Got my white tee fresh My Caprice hangs way down To my Nike checks I've got money on my mind Big pimping in my veins If I was leaning any harder I'd be limping with a cane Rocking [?] on them b**hes Aviating on them digits n***as ain't believable, they're like Flavor and Deelishis I've got flavor, it's delicious I've got different flavored b**hes That got different flavored b**hes That whip different flavored Benzes I'm a co*ky lil' ba*tard And these b**hes [?] Got the flow mastered Rappers picking cotton Cotton picking rappers Keep on try to flip me backwards Till I pop and clip that 'matic At your top and hit your attic Knock your attic in the basement When I pop the 'mat and blaze it And leave you slumped over like an addict in the basement I'm trynna' get a full court added to my basement And take a vacation The same place [?] went Had it with this fake sh** They acting like b**hat-ches I guess it's just me, I just Gotta keep my V topless Old school with them [?] Flow so sick I need doctors Swagger jackers hold me hostage n***a please give me my dick Back to the future, you can quote this and borrow I'm so ahead of rappers that I wrote this tomorrow I'm a motherf**ing mountain, you're a anthill Your whole body couldn't get one leg of my pants filled I'm the headache they couldn't solve with aleve You ain't balling with a broke ankle, you're Grant Hill I do this at will Call me young stack skrill All my raps ill Like Nash' where they [?] And that's real I k** these kids if they glance Now they're 'bout to meet defeat Like the kid 'n play dance (Haha-haha-ha) I know I keep you thinking That was the dance where your feet were meeting I'm out this b**h G5!