[Chorus: Percy Jones]
I know them n***as fake, nah, they ain't with it
Like a paid phone, I'm about my digits
I just want some top, I don't wanna hit it
So baby, put your pants up and come and blow it
I know them n***as fake, nah, they ain't with it
Like a paid phone, I'm about my digits
I just want some top, I don't wanna hit it
So baby, put your pants up and come and blow it

[Verse 1: Percy Jones]
Killas on my team but I ain't braggin' though
Disrespect the squad then I'ma have to let it go
We packin' on these fuck n***as, we ain't lackin' hoe
And broski he a blood huh, so don't get beaten raw
I'm beatin' on the block until my money right
That Fredo in the cut, we some scary sites
My n***as shootin' first 'cause he don't wanna fight
Gon' tell me bitch you ballin'? Cause you ain't lookin' right
I'm flexin' finessin', thank god for my blessin'
Go hard or go home, it's no game on my section
Pussy are you lackin"? Hell naw it's not a question
Fuckin' with my n***as you get killed in a second
What's up hoe? I need my money pronto
All I get is paper chasing, shorty thats my ammo
Don't try to kiss a n***a lips, that's a no no
I hate bein' sober I'm addicted to that kush smoke
[Chorus: Percy Jones]
I know them n***as fake, nah, they ain't with it
Like a paid phone, I'm about my digits
I just want some top, I don't wanna hit it
So baby, put your pants up and come and blow it
I know them n***as fake, nah, they ain't with it
Like a paid phone, I'm about my digits
I just want some top, I don't wanna hit it
So baby, put your pants up and come and blow it

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
I only want the top, I don't wanna hit it (The top)
You steady tryna fuck, point me to kitchen (Trap)
I be on my trap shit, I gotta get it (Racks)
A n***a wanna hit and he gonna be missin' (Bang)
I stay with a 40 boy, the 30 in it (Bang bang)
Boy, my team up, boy you know we winnin' (Shinin')
I'm a Glo boy, boy I gotta shine (Grindin')
I stay on my grind, finesse you for that check the fine (Racks)
Bitch with me and she bad, yeah she dime (The team)
But I be out here posted with a nine (Glocks)
In the field for the cash, boy it's real (Racks)
And if you tweak with us boy, it's a big drill (Drills)
Still on my side, I let it rock (Bang bang)
I'm so super savage boy, I stay high (Savage)
Pop a fuckin' molly then do a hit (I'm rollin')
Tell that bitch suck my dick I don't wanna hit (She goin')
[Chorus: Percy Jones]
I know them n***as fake, nah, they ain't with it
Like a paid phone, I'm about my digits
I just want some top, I don't wanna hit it
So baby, put your pants up and come and blow it
I know them n***as fake, nah, they ain't with it
Like a paid phone, I'm about my digits
I just want some top, I don't wanna hit it
So baby, put your pants up and come and blow it

[Verse 3: Capo]
Bitch, savage squad (Squad)
Bitch, we got all the racks (Huh)
Broke n***as watchin' squad for couple sacks
Got Tadoe off the molly and he brought the semis (Bang)
Totin' 30s we in traffic, ridin' around the city (Bang)
300 we killers so who want beef? (300)
Fuck with us and call them savages on Front$treet (Savage)
Lotta n***as man, they lyin' they ain't in the streets (Nah)
Don't mix me with the rappin' boy, I'm clappin' heats (Grah)
Bitch, I just want the top I ain't tryna hit it (Top)
Bitch, go suck the squad and show me you with it (Squad)
Bitch, I just want the top I ain't tryna hit it (Top)
Bitch, go suck the squad and show me you with it (Squad)
Lotta guns, off the pills, we be off the Remy (Bang Bang)
Ridin' in them Kamikaze and got Savage with me (Skrt skrt)
Lotta guns, off the pills, we be off the Remy (Bang Bang)
Ridin' in them Kamikaze and got Savage with me (Skrt Skrt)
[Chorus: Percy Jones]
I know them n***as fake, nah, they ain't with it
Like a paid phone, I'm about my digits
I just want some top, I don't wanna hit it
So baby, put your pants up and come and blow it
I know them n***as fake, nah, they ain't with it
Like a paid phone, I'm about my digits
I just want some top, I don't wanna hit it
So baby, put your pants up and come and blow it