Top Kid Tate Jace! (​​​​iayze)

[Intro]
(Shinju)
(Raf, Raf, Raf)
(Shout out Lambda)

[Chorus]
Woah, okay
Woah, wait!
I just pulled up in some', it look like it just came from outer space
I need a Bugatti, Top Kid Tate
I put a ruler on a 'K
I'm in that, hop in that, zoom off
And then what? I'm havin' a boom-off with the jakes
I have a zoom-off if I see twevle
Nigga I shot at, wish 'em well
Turn 'em to opp pack, give 'em shell
Come get ya' thot back
He say he on it, he not that
I got the pistol, my right pocket
Too many Uzis, my [Gatty-Gat?]
She got a Gyatt and I get on top it

[Verse]
Who gettin' cash and stay on topic?
Niggas be hoes, they [niner-niner?]
She let me smash to cut her tropics
She let me smash and get inside her
Sippin' on Lean like it's apple cider
I'm in a stolo', call that a, "Striker"
Big body Beam', it climb, hiker
Roll up the Weed, let's get higher
She got a Gyatt and I get on top it
He got a strap but never shot it
He gettin' cash and I won't knock it
Gettin' to it be my favorite hobby
In a 'Vette, pushin' Kawsaki
She get left and she got a lil' salty
She give head and she got a lil' body
Seein' red, bitch I might catch a body
Seein' red, bitch I might catch a-