Lyrics Top Of The Mountain - DJ Scheme, Lil Keed

Top Of The Mountain

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 a lick, I’m stashing 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 swear, I’m with my brothers, damn, ain’t none of 'em skinny
Baby mama bring it back for me, I ain’t even bless her (Hey)
So many red, goddamn, shit look like Teletubby
And my main bitch clutching (Hey)
It gon' get ugly (It is), it gon' get ridiculous
I’m rocking Range Rovers, whipping the Maybach and the Bentley
My focus is on a hundred million
Nah, I ain’t even staring your business
Ten black trucks with a hundred rounds in 'em, it’s a whole lot of killing
We can’t control your partner, get it
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 a lick, I’m stashing Amiri jeans
I’m stashing Amiri jeans, I’m stashing Amiri jeans
I’m stashing Amiri jeans, I’m stashing Amiri jeans
Just know it’s payday, yeah, when I’m in the blaze
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 a roller-blade, I’m on Forgis
I promise to God, none of these bitches is annoying
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 a lick, I’m stashing Amiri jeans
I’m stashing Amiri jeans, I’m stashing Amiri jeans
I’m stashing Amiri jeans, I’m stashing Amiri jeans