[Lyric] Top Off (ILL VIBES)

Young niggas on they shit
Look

(Eyob)
My top off, Im riding through my city
And Im looking for some hoes to twist some tree and smoke it with me
After we done smoking, ima get her open
And im straight west coasting thats why my Dickies be folded
And my niggas be holding, they hit you will you reloading
Micheal Phelps with yo bitch, My nigga I be strokin
Straight smoking on some potent
And you know, I dont ever cuff no ho, I just pass it to my bro

(Sammy B)
Gettin High, feel like im goin die
Stay fly for these hoes but still ride with my niggas
On this paper chase, engrave my name in the game
Bullets fly, babies die
From where I came, who's to blame?
So much struggle, just a couple niggas tryna rise
People hate cause they living blind
Stay by my side feature real shit never lie
Living in the hood, when cars go by
Stay scoping, no where to hide lord why
You gotta think the fed love drive bys
Puffin out lye no lie, fuck with me and take a trip
Only takes 3 hits, still rollin with my niggas
Cold world, engulf my sins in gin
(Eyob)
1 blunt, 1 blunts
Im fucked up lets go ho
1 cup 2 cups
Now everything in slo mo
Im leanin
Yeah nigga im leanin
And yo girl she feinden
Yeah nigga she feinden
(okay)
I rock patent leather cool greys
Im gone hussle til im paid
I dont ever take no break
Jumpin head first in this game
Trying hard to maintain
Make a nigga go insane
Gettin brain while im switching lanes
And ill rather be a pain
Then to live life as a shame
And this money stay the same
And this money in my veins
So how the fuck am I gone change?