VI Seconds - Top Floor lyrics

[Intro] Ugh It's Kazz and Shizzy Digital f**in' Dealers Rebel Squad, Riot Gang 20-f**in'-13 Hollywood Kazz got cla** [Verse 1: Kazzy Chase] Trust no n***a, no b**h before my own Got some rebels & rioters Looking quiet But them motherf**ers are down to guard my thrown Living in a city I'm about to own Super serial, they hear it in my tone But I ain't planning on being up here alone Hit the doobie & I take off For the sake of Jake's off, when I make off Like I'm Madoff with the paper Last like a 8-ball Sonning all these motherf**ers & I'm a super hero f** a belt, my n***a, I'mma take my cape off Tell a hating n***a wa*k off Hit him with the same piece of wood he gon' walk the plank off f** money, n***a, we be getting plates, dog Press up, same sh** we eating cake off ...me & Sixx, we sh**ting on haters ...top floor, n***a, ain't no neighbors ...no doors, my n***a, elevators ...we don't see the motherf**ers on the first floor, they ain't make it Cause at the top, it's just us, n***a Shizzy Chase & Kazzy Sixx come late like bus, n***a I got this media marketing sh** in cuffs, n***a Top floor, my Palms suite is the puff prison [Hook: Kazzy Chase] (Shizzy) YAK! Put a n***a in a hearse, put a milli on a verse We at the top, they on the first YAK! (that's that rooftop on these n***as We that third degree, u dig it See we too hot for these n***as) We on that top floor (we on that top floor) Yeah (you dig?) We on that top floor (we on that top floor) [Verse 2: Shizzy Sixx] I said I'm penthouse living With that Hen' out sipping b**h, I'm 21 & I get it done Showing n***as they ain't really living Never been slipping Doper than the bags you get from your dealer Get set, get lifted Running on my own, b**h, I'm in the zone Sitting on the thrown & I did it una**isted See prince & I got it locked b**h, I got my spot Ride the wave like a pop & lock With a flow like the wind when I drop the top Act up, show face & I'll pop your top You dig it? Nothing more than a literal lyricist Serious, putting an end to your syllable gibberish n***as seem to chatter 'til I aim at you Oh, you better than me? ain't that cute You got weapons drawn, you wanna get it on b**h, I'll kick you from the roof that I'm stepping on Take a man to reflect on the words you speak Don't go uttering some sh** you ain't about my G You don't run wild like me Legit with style like me Make n***as rewind like me I got the juice, I'm like nine iced teas Boy Suicide & Hollywood Kazz A beast out of Brooklyn, making Hollywood spaz With a potty mouth, play me in front of your parents Watch your mommy vanish, steez that'll ruin your daddy's marriage Vicious [Hook: Kazzy Chase] (Shizzy) YAK! Put a n***a in a hearse, put a milli on a verse We at the top, they on the first YAK! (that's that rooftop on these n***as We that third degree, u dig it See we too hot for these n***as) We on that top floor (we on that top floor) Yeah (you dig?) We on that top floor (we on that top floor) Yeah (you dig?) [Outro] We on that top floor (we on that top floor) Yeah (you dig?)