Top Boy (feat. Morrisson)

I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend

Killy killy in a Mercedes Benz

Big back ting wanna pretend

She gon' love me after juice and a blem

Bust down, new season

I made it all offa dealings

Bust down, new season

Let me get a touch, no feelings

Yeah

Other **** in your faction don't like action

In the matte black Range banging Buju Banton

Quick trip Spain with a nice landing

Gave back but them **** stuck a knife right in

GLEs, Bimmers, I'm night-riding

Take 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, on my Shabba Ranks ting

Give her one, your babe, she gon' galavanting

Bad back, can't get my palm around it

Brother falls down, put a arm around him

These man are bruk, kinda painful to watch

How the Cartier buss, is it dancing or what?

Built up a trust, now she thrown me the box

This the young mac daddy, you should know me, I'm hot

I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend

Killy killy in a Mercedes Benz

Big back ting wanna pretend

She gon' love me after juice and a blem

Bust down, new season

I made it all offa dealings

Bust down, new season

Let me get a touch, no feelings

Matte black BM', dark tint, you can't see in

White gyal in my passy looking Eastern European

We buy packs from LA, send them back to the ends

And pray that the postman doesn't see them

My jail mandem, free them

Smoke a opp, the end

We trap through the AM and sleep through the PM

I used to rent the fry, now I'm about to go and buy it

I spent 100 grand on watches but I still got black man timing

All my team are shining

All my team are winning

And my brother ain't coughed in years 'cause all that lean he's drinking

My crops always stinking and my neighbours always whinging

So I pay their rent and all their fucking bills to stop them snitching

Don't wanna catch me slipping so I put it in my pouch

Blue-shade Range, I got the bullies in the back

And they're looking to attack

And my akhis go Taliban on man

When I tell them that buuj is in the house

Grab that crop and bun it down

I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend

Killy killy in a Mercedes Benz

Big back ting wanna pretend

She gon' love me after juice and a blem

Bust down, new season

I made it all offa dealings

Bust down, new season

Let me get a touch, no feelings

Ay, brand new dash, I got a new chick with it

STK, I got a sweet lean fillet

Live fast, live long when you seeing six figures

Legal or not, tell my dargs that's business

Ibiza villas in the big bunda settings

Give one to my cousin named Kevin

Sent mail to my bro, just gave him about seven

Blue cheese, that need freenin, make Evin

Young Tux here with the yardies again

Mad ting, they a win a de argument

Tun tun 10, I'ma rass it again

That's my darg in the back, wha ya mean nargarin?

Scales in the face and them man still fell off

Big man jealous, AMG lovers

Pum pum precious and we don't pay for them things

Man are real life yellers

I'm a real top boy, I don't pretend

Killy killy in a Mercedes Benz

Big back ting wanna pretend

She gon' love me after juice and a blem

Bust down, new season

I made it all offa dealings

Bust down, new season

Let me get a touch, no feelings