Lyrics On Top - Jaykae

On Top

Sinclair, Sinclair, Sinclair
Oh yeah!
Yo!
Man I’ll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay’s on top, back then I never had shit
But now I’m gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I’ll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I’m blessed man I ain’t got opps
I don’t give two fucks
But man I’ll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay’s on top, back then I never had shit
But now I’m gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I’ll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I’m blessed man I ain’t got opps
I don’t give two fucks
Nah I don’t need a reason to
The shooter’s there if I need him to
Minimum 5 like 3+2
I’ll spin him alive when I’m breezing through
God bless you if I squeeze at you
Don’t know you when they speak of you
Better cover that face like peek-a-boo
Then I’ll strike man down like Pika-
I might put money on my own head
Out there man out with no bread
Yeah I sleep peaceful when I go bed
From a young boy, to an old head
I’m a big man but I’ve got no dreads
Can’t cause beef then phone feds
Yeah I can’t stick around here too long
Cause I gotta go Brum like a moped
Yeah, man I’ll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay’s on top, back then I never had shit
But now I’m gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I’ll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I’m blessed man I ain’t got opps
I don’t give two fucks
But man I’ll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay’s on top, back then I never had shit
But now I’m gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I’ll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I’m blessed man I ain’t got opps
I don’t give two fucks
What dirt you done, what risk you took?
Throw bodyshots that’ll lift you up
Won’t throw one back cause he’s too shook
Yeah my aim’s on point if I miss you duck
Pop champagne 'cause I’ve been through enough
Said I pop champagne 'cause I’ve been through enough
Come around here I can show you tough
Said you weren’t there but I know you was
Now I ain’t gotta care in the world
My bad if I stare at your girl
I run free households ain’t sharin' a cell
Don’t wanna go broke it was scary as hell
Gonna get air if you air me as well
First things first I’m here for myself
No other pricks gonna care for my health
Strapped in, I’m wearing my belt
Yo brother I’m safe I pull up the tune like a handbrake
Flip that p like a pancake
How much p can a man make
It’s your right hand, when you handshake
I’m a big man but I got mad cake
In portrait and landscape
Yeah I ran straight, to the bank mate
You look pissed off, are you admay?
Yeah, man I’ll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay’s on top, back then I never had shit
But now I’m gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I’ll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I’m blessed man I ain’t got opps
I don’t give two fucks
But man I’ll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay’s on top, back then I never had shit
But now I’m gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I’ll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I’m blessed, I’m blessed