Courtesy Of LUCKI

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy
Shit ain't 'bout nothing
I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level
You can't play it how I play it
She got that from—, she got that from Topski, by the way
Fucked a birdie in the Hawk, that was just the other day

[Verse]
Wide body, by the way, so of course we both lanes
I be slurring when I talk, but it's gon' matter what I say
Hoe, don't care about a thot, care 'bout what you wanna pay
I'm embarrassed of the lean, different PT by the day
Twin, I miss you, by the way, you could be here by today
If you see me take a picture, in a Trackie or Bentayga
Niggas first round bust, they'on even wanna play
I got money in a vault, I got money just to play
We'll play you like you soft if you ain't slimier than me
"It's this thing of ours", what the mafia'll say
I can take you to the boss, but they gon' tell you follow me
I'm Topski, slatt, no make-believe rap
I'm buyin' hoes bags and my sodas bleedin' racks
I can't come down for a fuckin' reject
I'm too damn high, and they givin' feedback
She'll still be ours, but I'm the one who need that
I'm Topski, slatt