Top Down RJmrLA & Royce The Choice

[Intro: RJmrLA]
Niggas doing all this big cap on the gram
All this internet flexing
Ol' busta ass, fuck boy

[Verse 1: RJmrLA]
Soft niggas be all tender, my heart bigger
Imma park member I charge bitches for large figures
Imma hard dicker she drink cum and hard liquior
Going dumb we were celebrating young like bar mitzvah's
Niggas ain't really in the streets they all pictures
Had that bitch in the club all week she caught blisters (umm)
Niggas on the gram dissing enemies
Never caught a body they in little league
Why you turnt up nigga drop sum
Talking like a thug but you not one
Yelling out gang, ain't got one
Had that bitch on fig engaged no shotgun ooh
Niggas on the blogs with these cannons
We know you ain't Involved 'less it's candid
Been beefing with the law since I landed
You gon' catch a charge for your antics nigga

[Hook]
You ain't beefing with shit put that blam down (stop playing)
You only beef with your BM you turnt down (you a bop nigga)
All that recording yourself you a cop now (12 ass niggas, stop playing)
I still slide through the land with my top down
With my top down
Shit, oh, my top down
Sh, oh, bitch pull your top down
Stop playing my top down
Ah, woah, who on top now?