Top Boy Young T & Bugsey (Ft. Morrisson)

[Chorus: Young T]
I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend
Killy killy in the Mercedes Benz
Big bad ting on da [?]
She gon love me off the juice and the blem
Bust down, new season
I made if all off a dealing
Bust down, new season
Let me get a touch, no feelings

[Verse 1: Bugsey]
And dem niggas in your faction don't like action
And the matte-black Range [?]
Quick chicks explain and a nice landing gave back and them niggas stuck a knife right in
GLAs, Beemers I'm night riding, make a left if you ever see the bright lights sing
Preacher never told me what the shine might bring, so I got bro with me on a Samurai ting
Three gold chains, I was shopping random, gave her one yo babe, she gonna [?]
Riding back can't get my [?] round here
Whatever falls down, put a [?] round him
These manna bruck kinda painful to watch, the Cartier bust, is it dancing or what?
Built up a trust, now she throw me a box
Young Mac Daddy, you should know me I'm hot

[Chorus: Young T]
I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend
Killy killy in the Mercedes Benz
Big bad ting wanna pretend
She gon love me off the juice and the blem
Bust down, new season
I made if all off a dealing
Bust down, new season
Let me get a touch, no feelings