Gunna – Top Lyrics

Gunna – Top Lyrics
Top
Gunna
    Lyrics copied!
    Top Album Art
    "Top." - Gunna

    Album: Drip Season 2
    Track No: 03
    Went straight to the top like a fitted (Top)
    Still got some Act' in the fridge (Act')
    Pour up, let's count up these riches (Pour it, pour it)
    Still flying bags through the city
    I told you that foreign wasn't rented
    I can't fuck on no boring bitches
    Young Gunna was born to get it
    I gotta keep going in
    Walk in that flame make it storm again
    When I see this bitch she pick up a ten
    I fucked on her now I wanna fuck her friend
    I'm popping that shit from above the rim
    My drip with my crew and we love to spend (We love it)
    Saint Laurent, Dior, Chanel again
    Scrap on that left with a FN
    Oh yeah, these Maison Margiela vanilla
    G5 we don't fly propeller (nah)
    My coupe filled with paraphernalia (Yeah)
    My lil' brother keep a Beretta
    Seem like they got a vendetta (Yeah)
    Pull up with with them sticks in the shadow
    Put my mama in that new Gucci sweater
    They hate to see I'm doing better
    Went straight to the top like a fitted (Top)
    Still got some act in the fridge (Act)
    Pour up, let's count up these riches (Pour it, pour it)
    Still flying bags through the city
    I told you that foreign wasn't rented
    I can't fuck on no boring bitches (No boring bitches)
    Young Gunna was born to get it
    Tell my lil' bro don't panic
    Everyday we gone ride with that static
    Them big blue faces I gotta have it
    I got carrots but I don't see no rabbit
    I fucked that lil pussy and vanished
    She say that Young Gunna a savage
    Still had racks when I walked outta Magic
    Hit that nat then I pulled in the palace
    Yea the South turned the kid to a legend (I swear)
    And I can't forget it (Nah)
    Rags to riches
    Put that shit on in Givenchy
    I shot it the last minute (Last)
    What you thought a **** wasn't with it?
    I parallel park, hop out dripping
    Got drank in my cup, I keep sipping
    And my fire gon' come with extension
    Went straight to the top like a fitted (Top)
    Still got some Act' in the fridge (Act')
    Pour up, let's count up these riches (Pour it, pour it)
    Still flying bags through the city
    I told you that foreign wasn't rented
    I can't fuck on no boring bitches
    Young Gunna was born to get it

    Writer(s): French Connect, Chapo, BricksDaMane, Gunna.

    All lyrical content displayed on this website is the intellectual property of its respective copyright holders. No ownership is implied, and no copyright infringement is intended.

    Get the Latest Lyrics Updates!

    Subscribe now and never miss a new song lyric update.

    Failed to load audio, please try again later.
    Failed to load song data.
    Invalid email address entered!
    Enter your suggestion!
    Thanks for your suggestion!
    Link copied
    Stop & exit Playlist

    Suggest a Lyrics Edit

    Stop Song
    Rhyto-Artwork

    Top

    Rhyto
    × Add Rhyto to your Home Screen!