Top Notch Lyrics – City Girls ft. Fivio Foreign

[Intro: Yung Miami]
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[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Not nann' b!tch in the world look like this (Nann’)
G5, hair wrapped up, pop a iced bottle of the Cris (Ah)
B!tch, I was really broke
F**k I look like tryna' go and diss?
(F**k I look like?)
F**k I look like sending shots
And not makin’ every hit? (Huh?)
B!tches getting sh!t confused, go and check the news
Pu**y real tight, got a good squish
Fat lips only, got no lisp
Big AP on a small wrist
Coulda paid for it but I rather him (Yep)
B!tch, I'm on ten, keep the lights dim
Top notch b!tch, far from a den (B!tch)

[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign & JT]
Yeah, look, step in the building, I walk through the—
She get wet when I talk to her (Yeah)
It's probably just me and like four shooters
Every b!tch that I'm meeting, they all knew us (Yеah)
Every n!gga you run with is all losers (Huh)
All this ice on my n!ggas likе we all jewelers
Bust a move and I'm orderin’ more movers
(Bust a move and I’m ordering more movers)
Ah, yeah, ha, woo, woo, yeah, yeah, look
I get the drill done (Ah)
You n!ggas gon’ make me drill something
Another n!gga dead and I don't feel nothing
(Brrt, baow, haha)
Yeah, look, my n!ggas will pull up
And kill somethin’ (Skrrt)
This is not a movie, this is real guns (Nah)
(This is not a movie, we got real guns, baow)
Huh, hop in the V (Skrrt)
Go to the hood and the topic is me
When I was down, I was broke but I told 'em
I knew I'd be rich by the top of the week
N!ggas is talking 'bout we alike
I'm like, "Nah, n!gga, you just copying me"
Boy, I been outside for a long time
Pu**y, you just got in the streets
(Ayy, ayy, City Girls sh!t, ah)

[Verse 3: JT]
Yeah, say, you gotta pay for this
(N!gga, f**k you thought?)
Say, you gotta pay for this
Ain't no free nuts
N!gga better get his cheese up
Suck the pu**y like a freeze cup
Eat it while I hold my knees up (Ah, JT)
I just got my hair did to sh!t on hoes
Like it's a hobby (Yeah)
Every b!tch that hate on me
Got an ugly face and a botched body
I ain't going there, that's an opp party (Nah)
I'm a bad b!tch, I'm a Black Barbie (Haha)
Any n!gga I call "bro"
They f**k b!tches and catch bodies
Ain't no more playtime
They like, "Cut the lights, " it's daytime
I told my n!gga he better act right
'cause to f**k with me, it's a wait line (Mh-hmm)
B!tches better move when I come through
Fine short thick sh!t, I'm like 5'2'' (Ah)
Don't wanna kick it or I don't wanna be cool (Ah, ah)
Beefing with who? B!tch, I don't know you
I don't cock block or cop pleas
I'm the baddest b!tch on your newsfeed (Ayy)
Y'all gossiping, but who the news feed?
(Y'all gossiping, but who the news feed?)
I'm in the sky box, you in the nose bleeds (Damn)
Fly b!tches need privacy
Shy n!gga say "hi" to me (Hi)
Broke boys say "bye" to me, period