[Intro]
Ugh
It's Kazz and Shizzy
Digital fuckin' Dealers
Rebel Squad, Riot Gang
20-fuckin'-13
Hollywood Kazz got class

[Verse 1: Kazzy Chase]
Trust no n***a, no bitch before my own
Got some rebels & rioters
Looking quiet
But them motherfuckers are down to guard my thrown
Living in a city I'm about to own
Super serial, they hear it in my tone
But I ain't planning on being up here alone
Hit the doobie & I take off
For the sake of
Jake's off, when I make off
Like I'm Madoff with the paper
Last like a 8-ball
Sonning all these motherfuckers & I'm a super hero
Fuck a belt, my n***a, I'mma take my cape off
Tell a hating n***a wank off
Hit him with the same piece of wood he gon' walk the plank off
Fuck money, n***a, we be getting plates, dog
Press up, same shit we eating cake off
...me & Sixx, we shitting on haters
...top floor, n***a, ain't no neighbors
...no doors, my n***a, elevators
...we don't see the motherfuckers on the first floor, they ain't make it
Cause at the top, it's just us, n***a
Shizzy Chase & Kazzy Sixx come late like bus, n***a
I got this media marketing shit in cuffs, n***a
Top floor, my Palms suite is the puff prison
[Hook: Kazzy Chase] (Shizzy)
YAK!
Put a n***a in a hearse, put a milli on a verse
We at the top, they on the first
YAK!
(that's that rooftop on these n***as
We that third degree, u dig it
See we too hot for these n***as)
We on that top floor (we on that top floor)
Yeah (you dig?)
We on that top floor (we on that top floor)

[Verse 2: Shizzy Sixx]
I said I'm penthouse living
With that Hen' out sipping
Bitch, I'm 21 & I get it done
Showing n***as they ain't really living
Never been slipping
Doper than the bags you get from your dealer
Get set, get lifted
Running on my own, bitch, I'm in the zone
Sitting on the thrown & I did it unassisted
See prince & I got it locked
Bitch, I got my spot
Ride the wave like a pop & lock
With a flow like the wind when I drop the top
Act up, show face & I'll pop your top
You dig it?
Nothing more than a literal lyricist
Serious, putting an end to your syllable gibberish
N***as seem to chatter 'til I aim at you
Oh, you better than me? ain't that cute
You got weapons drawn, you wanna get it on
Bitch, I'll kick you from the roof that I'm stepping on
Take a man to reflect on the words you speak
Don't go uttering some shit you ain't about my G
You don't run wild like me
Legit with style like me
Make n***as rewind like me
I got the juice, I'm like nine iced teas
Boy
Suicide & Hollywood Kazz
A beast out of Brooklyn, making Hollywood spaz
With a potty mouth, play me in front of your parents
Watch your mommy vanish, steez that'll ruin your daddy's marriage
Vicious
[Hook: Kazzy Chase] (Shizzy)
YAK!
Put a n***a in a hearse, put a milli on a verse
We at the top, they on the first
YAK!
(that's that rooftop on these n***as
We that third degree, u dig it
See we too hot for these n***as)
We on that top floor (we on that top floor)
Yeah (you dig?)
We on that top floor (we on that top floor)
Yeah (you dig?)

[Outro]
We on that top floor (we on that top floor)
Yeah (you dig?)