NBA YoungBoy – Lil Top (Lyrics)

Listen to the song and read the lyrics of “Lil Top” interpreted by YoungBoy Never Broke Again.

General Data:

Artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Song: Lil Top
Genre: rap
Album: Still Flexin’, Still Steppin’
Release Date: February 21, 2020

Lyrics:

Chris James, what the f**k?
Goddamn b**ch, I got another one
Let’s go
Ayy, turn me up Big Zo
We finna step up, yeah

Hm, put the top, put the top, put the top back
Hm, put the top, put it all on lil’ top, yeah
All on lil’ top, put it all on lil’ top, yeah
All on lil’ top, it’s on lil’ n**ga

I cut off my day ones for the win
I just pulled up in the black Maybach you can’t see in
I got plenty racks, I keep a strap with one cocked in
Not even close with family, why the f**k would I want friends?
(Tell me that lil’ n**ga)
Let’s go!

F**k the ones who talkin’, b**ch, I’m lit, alright
A million dollars worth of cars, no lease, no rent
I’m on that 20k, nobody tell me sh*t, I’m slime
B**ch cross the line, I lose my mind, I bust that iron, look

Pistol totin’, I’m swervin’ in a Rolls Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice (Let’s go, let’s go)
I spent plenty blue face racks on sh*t I well want, yeah
Just like that ho, man, I can’t keep none (Can’t keep no ho)
Let’s go

Lost my brothers, I ain’t friendly, n**ga
I spent 250 on my Bentley (Ooh)
Straight out the mud, we from them trenches, n**ga
The realest ones had the hardest way of livin’

But who want smoke? I drop them bags, I’m quick to send it, p**sy n**ga
Whip [? 1:23] our Glocks out from our Hellcats, had some business, broke-ass n**ga
F**k their opinion, it don’t help with how I’m livin’ (Yeah)
Let’s fight with millions, f**k whoever think I’m trippin’, yeah-yeah

I pull up actin’, I see trouble, cock one in it, yeah
I’m full of Xanax, all my brothers rollin’ with me, yeah
I’m (?) focus, I’ll probably blow up if you’re near me playin’
Got all my pockets filled with hundreds, doin’ the Murder Man

The biggest balls right through that Nawf, I keep my gun in hand
I don’t wanna talk, I let it off while all these diamonds dance
R.I.P Dump, everyday dumb, a hunnid some (?) on there
Came from the bottom, now I don’t even notice money got them starin’
(Let’s go)

Hm, lil’ top, put it all on lil’ top, now
Hm, lil’ top, put it all on lil’ top, yeah
Lil’ top, put it all on lil’ top, yeah
Lil’ top, mhm, lil’ top, yeah (Okay, speak up)

Pistol totin’, I’m swervin’ in a Rolls Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice
I spent plenty blue face racks on sh*t I well want, yeah
Just like that ho, man, I can’t keep none

One, two, three million, I bet it
Placed a bet, I said it
It’s way too hot, clear out the block
Spin on yo’ sh*t and wet it
Doin’ the (?), b**ch, we flexin’ while we steppin’
I don’t want to talk about that sh*t, this money my confession

I say this new Bentley a go-cart, drive this b**ch like Herbie
I just threw one of them thangs back, I came through, I was swervin’
Get out of line, we smush your brains back, that murder sh*t be urgent
4K Trey, we put this b**ch straight to your face, you think I’m worried (Trey, trey, yeah)

Hm, lil’ top, put it all on lil’ top, now
Hm, lil’ top, put it all on lil’ top, yeah
Lil’ top, put it all on lil’ top, yeah
Lil’ top, mhm, lil’ top, yeah

Pistol totin’, I’m sweepin’ in a Rolls Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice
I spent plenty blue face racks on sh*t I well want, yeah
Just like that ho, man, I can’t keep none (Goddamn b**ch, I got another one)