Reach The Top
By Foolio
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[Intro: Foolio]
Damn jhit, damn jhit. I heard your ass slinging that kay. It's straight though man, just keep your head high, you know what I'm saying. Keep it MK
[Hook: Foolio]
I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day i'm gon' reach the top. I'm countin' my bets and that 40 a weapon, my shorty be loadin' that Glock. No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops
These niggas be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot. And really he playin' it fake, you let that boy eat off your plate. Now you bout' catching a case, now your ass slingin' that kay. Now your ass hittin' them licks, now your ass fuck with the six, now your ass posting them bricks. I'm one-hundred ain't switching for shit
[Verse 1: Foolio]
Hop out, chop out, pop out, Glock out, mop out, long clip in the drop-out. You and Zizza in a picture with the nigga, silly nigga, all that friendly ass shit get you cropped out. On this block, in the drop, smoke an opp, say he kill em' bout' his homie, need more ass nigga pop out. No gang, no team, no dream, he ain't getting no cream like the NBA lock-out. Lean and the 'ack, .762's they hittin' his back, don't get your ass whacked. Four deep in the splat, no face got a Mac. Just me and lil' zan, endin' this world, just like the mines. These niggas be lyin', really be bitches and leading the blind. She fuckin' the crew. She fuckin' for Molly, she fuckin' for Tru. Pop up out the blue, you lookin' for me, I'm lookin' for you. Jump up out the jam, I don't give a damn, my beat goin' ham. They all for the Gram', How can I take it, won't tell on the fam. Aye, lean and the 'ack, .762's they hittin' his back, don't get your ass whacked, four deep in the splat, no face got a Mac, bitch
[Hook: Foolio]
I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day i'm gon' reach the top. I'm countin' my bets and that 40 a weapon, my shorty be loadin' that Glock. No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops
These niggas be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot. And really he playin' it fake, you let that boy eat off your plate. Now you bout' catching a case, now your ass slingin' that kay. Now your ass hittin' them licks, now your ass fuck with the six, now your ass posting them bricks. I'm one-hundred ain't switching for shit
[Verse 1: TJ]
Pull up on a nigga in the stunna', Foolie ass tweakin' with the llama. Foolie ass shoot a nigga momma. Young nigga runnin' to the commas. Hop out wit' a pistol, i'm cleanin' this whistle, I'm freakin' the filter. My shooters will get ya', roll em' in the swisher, that pussy will jizzle. Just me in the splat, I'm watchin' my side, I'm watchin' my back. Not buckin' the jack, lil' bro got a Mac, he not tryna' chat. Nigga get caught, he gone' snitch. He ain't really up to no shit. Pussy on the block saying "jhits". Young nigga tryna' hit licks. Young nigga, imma' stay the same, foreign car status, switchin' lanes, sweet as fuck, imma' snatch his chain, nigga whole block on flames
[Hook: Foolio]
I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day i'm gon' reach the top. I'm countin' my bets and that 40 a weapon, my shorty be loadin' that Glock. No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops
These niggas be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot. And really he playin' it fake, you let that boy eat off your plate. Now you bout' catching a case, now your ass slingin' that kay. Now your ass hittin' them licks, now your ass fuck with the six, now your ass posting them bricks. I'm one-hundred ain't switching for shit
Damn jhit, damn jhit. I heard your ass slinging that kay. It's straight though man, just keep your head high, you know what I'm saying. Keep it MK
[Hook: Foolio]
I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day i'm gon' reach the top. I'm countin' my bets and that 40 a weapon, my shorty be loadin' that Glock. No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops
These niggas be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot. And really he playin' it fake, you let that boy eat off your plate. Now you bout' catching a case, now your ass slingin' that kay. Now your ass hittin' them licks, now your ass fuck with the six, now your ass posting them bricks. I'm one-hundred ain't switching for shit
[Verse 1: Foolio]
Hop out, chop out, pop out, Glock out, mop out, long clip in the drop-out. You and Zizza in a picture with the nigga, silly nigga, all that friendly ass shit get you cropped out. On this block, in the drop, smoke an opp, say he kill em' bout' his homie, need more ass nigga pop out. No gang, no team, no dream, he ain't getting no cream like the NBA lock-out. Lean and the 'ack, .762's they hittin' his back, don't get your ass whacked. Four deep in the splat, no face got a Mac. Just me and lil' zan, endin' this world, just like the mines. These niggas be lyin', really be bitches and leading the blind. She fuckin' the crew. She fuckin' for Molly, she fuckin' for Tru. Pop up out the blue, you lookin' for me, I'm lookin' for you. Jump up out the jam, I don't give a damn, my beat goin' ham. They all for the Gram', How can I take it, won't tell on the fam. Aye, lean and the 'ack, .762's they hittin' his back, don't get your ass whacked, four deep in the splat, no face got a Mac, bitch
[Hook: Foolio]
I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day i'm gon' reach the top. I'm countin' my bets and that 40 a weapon, my shorty be loadin' that Glock. No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops
These niggas be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot. And really he playin' it fake, you let that boy eat off your plate. Now you bout' catching a case, now your ass slingin' that kay. Now your ass hittin' them licks, now your ass fuck with the six, now your ass posting them bricks. I'm one-hundred ain't switching for shit
[Verse 1: TJ]
Pull up on a nigga in the stunna', Foolie ass tweakin' with the llama. Foolie ass shoot a nigga momma. Young nigga runnin' to the commas. Hop out wit' a pistol, i'm cleanin' this whistle, I'm freakin' the filter. My shooters will get ya', roll em' in the swisher, that pussy will jizzle. Just me in the splat, I'm watchin' my side, I'm watchin' my back. Not buckin' the jack, lil' bro got a Mac, he not tryna' chat. Nigga get caught, he gone' snitch. He ain't really up to no shit. Pussy on the block saying "jhits". Young nigga tryna' hit licks. Young nigga, imma' stay the same, foreign car status, switchin' lanes, sweet as fuck, imma' snatch his chain, nigga whole block on flames
[Hook: Foolio]
I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day i'm gon' reach the top. I'm countin' my bets and that 40 a weapon, my shorty be loadin' that Glock. No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops
These niggas be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot. And really he playin' it fake, you let that boy eat off your plate. Now you bout' catching a case, now your ass slingin' that kay. Now your ass hittin' them licks, now your ass fuck with the six, now your ass posting them bricks. I'm one-hundred ain't switching for shit
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