1 Up Top Finna Drop - Mozzy

Yeah, whole lotta dope, whole lotta slime nigga

Whole lotta shit, whole lotta lotta

Whole lotta shells from the 45 nigga

Whole lotta money, she might think that I’m broke though

Cause I be in them trenches you don’t go

Handkerchief rose gold

Niggas bleed the pebbles for real

Before we bang, we was scheduled to kill

Finna roll up this kill

The wood still blood dipped in the slime

Know your life ain’t much different from mines

I’m just a regular nigga

Always smoking this irregular nigga

Yeah, I got a fetish for chicken, I’m tryna get it

Granny used to bathe me with the soap for the dishes

15, tootin blow off the dishes, this shit wicked

Had to kick a door just to feed the addiction

Black people going broke tryna beat a conviction, yeah

Prostitution and pimping, you know she gotta stay

And her Puma flip flops getting it out today

Northern Cal on my shoulders, this shit a lot of weight

The blemishes in my eyes show a lot of pain

One up top, (?) catch a body gang

How could you fault me for my wrongs?

This was how I was raised

I traveled this funky road tryna find a way

Is you gone slither for your illa if he die today

I’m loyal to what I love till my dying age

Buck 40 soaking wet, inside the lion cage

Disappointment in granny every time they raid

When niggas be tryna kill you, it be hard to change

Pocket pitch try (?) finna call 'em gang

Another messy murder scene if I call the gang

Channels 8, 408, that’s a call away

Youngstown, Ohio, fuck with the fellows all the way

Free the twins, bet you them niggas call today

I’m the only one above em when you talking rank

Southern Cal got the oil when you talking drank

Butterflying all you bitches while I’m counting cake

Lil dirty black kid from around the way

Going sack for sack, moving a quarter pound a day

You know I’m straight when I strafe through the city

Had to get it out the mud so the paper is dingy

And your nigga doing time, they can say that I’m stingy

The money came between us now they playing against me

Fuck it, it’s real niggas, we don’t fold it for nothing

I ain’t walk a thin line and keep it cold for nothing

I ain’t take a field trip to the throat for nothing

Promise I ain’t going broke for nothing, we here now

Shit bag full of guala, thought he was playing around

Slap the dog shit if you bitches play with the count

You ain’t activated you better stay in the house hah

Better stay in the house, nigga

You ain’t activated you better stay in the house hah

Better stay in the house

They want a dollar an ounce for that throwback red

Jumpsuit a different color so you know that’s fair

Bought jewelry with the 30k that’s on my head

Seated on the edge of my bed thumbing through bands, yeah

Trap booming, youngin' runnin' through grams, yeah

Keep it on him, he in love with the blam, yeah

Cock it back till that bitch unjam, yeah

Mah-mah-mah, that bitch gon' cram, yeah

Now feed the fam with transactions, that should be hand to hand

Get it by any means, niggas understand

Never let another man raise your young wife

That means I love you if I fuck you and I cum twice

They’ll never find the yicki if it’s tucked right

Probably get away with murder if it’s done right

Cubicles doing numbers off the sunlight

Circle smaller than the dot and I run mine

One time for the one time, fuck 'em all

These pink 50's be crispy, I’m finna fuck 'em all

She got a couple sheets of paper, tell her run 'em off

Real niggas is rare niggas, to come across

Before I take another loss you gon' lose something

Charity in the trenches, nigga shoot something

How you remember when the (?) at the (?) rubbing

Pimping, knocked me for the hooker, I regroup from it

Smooth thugging, (?) in the Chase account

Back doing for the bag, I make it count

We gone line his ass up and we play him out

Political warfare is being straightened out

We done finally made it out, you should follow me

I put us in a position where we can all eat

If I ain’t out here in the field then why you call me?

I had that chop stick sounding like it’s off beat

Talk cheap, we them niggas that they mad at

Girl they just in it for the fame, y’all can have that

I filled up with trash bags, finna bag that

She jumped off the flight and I ain’t give her a bag back

Gotta take it on the chin, keep it solid baby

I love a real bitch, lil mama mainey

Can’t nobody save me, I’m from hell gang

Parking lot flooded with more than 100 shell gang