Lyrics Top Tier (feat. Babyface Ray) - Sleepy hallow

(Satorii)
I keep a Glock, 'cause I got shot and life is
Uh, look

They say you toxic, bae, you top tier
I keep a Glock, 'cause I got shot and life is not fair
No Cartiers, it's getting clear, it's cold, I switch the gear
She got a friend, they look like twins, I guess they come in pairs
Don't leave, you comin' here, like, uh
I stopped poppin' them pills
I stopped crackin' them seals
I stopped fuckin' with niggas ain't real
Don't love her, I sext her still
We fuck, we textin' still
Her man a lame, but he stress her still, damn, uh
If I break my legs, I'm steppin' still

Baby, I needed a break from that
You stole my heart, I take it back
Girl, you gotta pay for that
Girl, you gotta wait for that
She trippin', she told me to pay for that
Can't lie, I
They still ain't get back for that last one
I feel like Cesar, I feel like Skrap, I feel like Grandson
And please don't touch me while I'm shooting, that's a AND1
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They say you toxic, bae, you top tier
I keep a Glock, 'cause I got shot and life is not fair
No Cartiers, it's getting clear, it's cold, I switch the gear
She got a friend, they look like twins, I guess they come in pairs
Don't leave, you comin' here, like, uh
I stopped poppin' them pills
I stopped crackin' them seals
I stopped fuckin' with niggas ain't real
Don't love her, I sext her still
We fuck, we textin' still
Her man a lame, but he stress her still, uh, damn
If I break my legs, I'm steppin' still

Life that I live is excitin'
Spanish lil' bitch from Uptown Dyckman (Yeah)
Patek is plain, no ice
And this one clean, and it cost ninety (Ninety)
Diamonds, they hittin', they fightin'
Don't look too close, this shit might blind you (They fightin')
The world gets smaller, I'm telling you
Pay 'em enough, them niggas gon' find you
I'm done with the seals or the pills
Know I'm still learnin', I'm keepin' it real, nigga (It real)
You know I'm the boss, for real
When we all done, they bring me the bill, nigga
Courtside like birdie, watch me get sturdy
Need me a bitch who perfect (Yeah)
Louis on Louis, skateboard P with the Virgil
I take both and I merge them
Maybach coupe, I'm closin' the curtains
Got a nigga bitch, she with me, she nervous
I wanna rock like Lil Uzi Vertie (I wanna rock)
Feedin' the lies and buyin' her purses
Tell my name outside on the curb
She tells me to hit, I left her on read
Tryna tell niggas that shit get real
He back out the feds, and back in the Benz (Yeah)
Gotta know shit gon' fall like Jenga
These racks on my head, I'm stackin' this bread
Tried tell niggas that tables gon' turn
I'm back in my bag, and laughin' at them (Tables gon' turn, nigga)
These niggas crazy, they ask where I'm from
I talk like a preacher, and war like a pimp
These niggas cappin', so fuck what you heard
I'm actually him, I'm actually rich

They say you toxic, bae, you top tier
I keep a Glock, 'cause I got shot and life is not fair
No Cartiers, it's getting clear, it's cold, I switch the gear
She got a friend, they look like twins, I guess they come in pairs
Don't leave, you comin' here, like, uh
I stopped poppin' them pills
I stopped crackin' them seals
I stopped fuckin' with niggas ain't real
Don't love her, I sext her still
We fuck, we textin' still
Her man a lame, but he stress her still, uh, damn
If I break my legs, I'm steppin' still