Текст песни Top Of The Mountain (feat. Lil Keed) - DJ Scheme , Lil Keed

Yeah
Yeah, yeah (Nuri the G.O.A.T)
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, yeah
Hell yeah
(Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch)

I'm lit, the bad bitch (Let's go)
I'm havin' (Keed talk to 'em), I ride with (Keed talk to 'em)
What the fuck do you think?
Rocking Cuban link chains, man, rocking Cuban link wrist
Why the fuck her heart matching my McQueens?
If I catch her lookin', I stash in Amiri jeans
Nigga, I'm so up, nah, I can't complain
Got this shit sewed up, I ain't playing no games

Yeah, I swallow my breath, damn, ain't none of 'em skinny
Baby mama been gettin' rack 'fore me, I ain't even bluffin' (Hey)
So many racks goddamn, shit look like Teletubbie
And my main bitch clutching (Hey)
It gon' get ugly (It is), it gon' get ridiculous
I'm rocking Rangе Rovers, whipping the Maybach and the Bеntley
My focus is on a hundred million
Nah, I ain't even stuntin' your business
Ten black trucks with a hundred
Rounds in 'em, is a whole lot of killin'
If we can't get you, then your partner gettin'

I'm lit, the bad bitch (Let's go)
I'm havin' (Keed talk to 'em), I ride with (Keed talk to 'em)
What the fuck do you think?
Rocking Cuban link chains, man, rocking Cuban link wrist
Why the fuck her heart matching my McQueens?
If I catch her lookin', I stash in Amiri jeans
I stash in Amiri jeans, I stash in Amiri jeans
I stash in Amiri jeans, I stash in Amiri jeans

Just know it's payday, yeah, when I'm in the place
Yeah, my partners round me JPay so I'm sending bands
Yeah, shooters on top of the roof
You play with me, they hit your head
Yeah, they think I'm in Paris, nah, I'm up in Pattison
Yeah, my car, it look like it's roller bladin', I'm on Forgies
I promise to God, none of these bitches is ignoring me
Had to slow down 'cause these bitches was after my fortune
I'm at the top of the mountain where the lions roaring, ha

I'm lit, the bad bitch (Let's go)
I'm havin' (Keed talk to 'em), I ride with (Keed talk to 'em)
What the fuck do you think?
Rocking Cuban link chains, man, rocking Cuban link wrist
Why the fuck her heart matching my McQueens?
If I catch her lookin', I stash in Amiri jeans
I stash in Amiri jeans, I stash in Amiri jeans
I stash in Amiri jeans, I stash in Amiri jeans