TOP TAKER Lyrics – Doe Boy (feat. Big Flame 8)
D-O-E Beezy
I ain’t never worried ’bout a *** *** scheming
I ain’t gon’ lie, ***, I’m top— out my niggas
Need one sec
Ayy, ayy
I ain’t gon’ lie, ***, I’m top taker out my niggas (Oh, really?)
I can’t say top shotter, ***, I run ’round with them killers
Man, get back, not for us, that’s for them niggas
Ayy, what they do? ***, get back, no, they didn’t (Think I’m playin’?)
Ayy, rob a rapper, you know that *** on my bucket list
Ayy, GloRilla, I’m off this Perc’, let’s go ***, I ain’t gon’ nut quick (Come here, baby)
I ain’t gon’ nut quick
Ayy, no Cardi B, want Hennessey, *** ’round and bust in it (Come here, baby)
I love money like I’m Mitch, slime *** like Rico
Shh, he gon’ die soon, I’m pretty sure that he know
All these questions, ***, do you *** with them people?
Ayy, bruh addicted to shootin’ like that fiend is with that ***
Ayy, all I be with is the maniacs
She got retarded neck, but I swear this *** a brainiac
***, just *** me, stop that talkin’, *** your zodiac
They just put they mans on the side, they never caught no hat
Ayy, if I ***, don’t go act crazy
I’m too turnt, if I slip up, abort that baby
Summertime, I’m sweatin’ hard up on this mag, bushes I’m layin’
Ayy, they can’t relate, they ain’t never did that *** I’m sayin’
Ayy, lot of artillery, ***, we still that art gang
They got targets on they chest, you know that dart gang
Six stick, get out that whip, that rookie ***, that’s why they park gang
When I upped racks up on my ‘Gram, that’s when them hearts came (Oh, really?)
I ain’t gon’ lie, ***, I’m top taker out my niggas (Doe Beezy)
I can’t say top shotter, ***, I run ’round with them killers (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Man, get back, not for us, that’s for them niggas
Ayy, what they do? ***, get back, no, they didn’t (Think I’m playin’?)
Rob a rapper, been crossed that *** off my bucket list (Think I’m playin’?)
Fifty K in all dubs, I’m quick to dub a *** (Bye)
In New York, I ain’t ‘posed to have my ***, but I got a thirty clip (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
I’m in Brooklyn with my switch, tell Lola Brooke she tough as ***, okay, yeah (Come here, baby)
Talkin’ shmurder business, I could never be a snitch (Hahaha)
I love B, yeah, that’s my dog, could never be a *** (No sirski)
Ayy, I don’t kiss and tell, you ask, I never seent your *** (No sirski)
Pussies got to scramblin’ just like ants soon as they sent the blitz, ayy (Brrt)
No Cardi B, she geeked off Hennessey, she said she need some *** (Go, go, go, go)
Trick off on your favorite IG ***, Wafi, I need a kit (Icy)
Laughin’ at your favorite IG rapper, that boy need some drip (Fool)
Might come through, let this Glock sing on your strip, just *** this singer ***, okay (Oh, really?)
I ain’t gon’ lie, ***, I’m top taker out my niggas
I can’t say top shotter, ***, I run ’round with them killers
Man, get back, not for us, that’s for them niggas
Ayy, what they do? ***, get back, no, they didn’t