F**k Da Industry

Look (17, 17, 17, 17)

I told him I'll blow this out

D-Roc, D-Roc

Look

Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer

Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches

Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them fuckin' hitters

Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm

Yeah, pussy **** can't still keep up with me

Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me

Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free

Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope

I don't let shit go, I say, "No, no, no"

I just bought a brand new Glock and it ain't come up out the store

If an opp try to block me off, I shoot this bitch right on the road

I keep drugs inside my body and won't let 'em take my soul

Uh, uh, dope ass, **** look like he selling dope, huh? (Ass)

Pistol totin' ass ****, keep that pole, huh (Keep that)

Check his swag, he act bad with these hoes, huh (With these, ah)

Killed that **** 'bout that dissing, bet they know now

He wan' just be like his cousin Meechy, real fuckin' slime

He wan' be just like that **** Yeezy, he want Rolls, huh?

He just wan' be real fuckin' shiesty like his uncle, huh? (Like his unc')

He just wan' be real fuckin' icey like he Santa son

He say he don't wanna be nobody, he wanna be Lil Top (Be me)

He say he don't give a fuck about it, just give him the guap (Nah, for real)

He say, "Y'all could make an album 'bout it, just don't fuckin' try"

Get the fuckin' industry on your side, you still gon' die

Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer

Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches

Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them fuckin' hitters

Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm

Yeah, pussy ass **** can't still keep up with me

Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me

Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free

Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope

I'm probably fuckin' on yo' hoe (Fuckin' on yo')

No, they can't control me, probably spit on that lil' hoe, yeah (Spit on that)

Put me back in jail and I was still in there, on dope

Know that we don't give no fuck, try splittin' him on the road (Yeah, yeah)

That my bro

Who be out the window? Mike Amiri, know I put it on

Gon' get killed if you don't kill me and I know I made it known

I'ma flex on 'em, told the bitch, "Don't call my phone"

Sent the blitz on 'em, run 'em down like bam, bam, bam

Don't give a fuck 'bout who up here, we could shoot it down (Down)

Don't give a fuck 'bout if you with it, you a part of the crowd, clown

You gon' die while you up in here when that blicky make the sound

Probably catch me smokin' loud, ridin' 'round in a

Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer

Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches

Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them fuckin' hitters

Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm

Yeah, pussy ass **** can't still keep up with me

Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me

Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free

Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope