Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durtle
Songwriter
Lyrics
Keep doing me, I could never stop
Keep cooking up and that shit is a bop
When I go to the store they be calling me boss
Now I wake up and go straight to the top
Straight to the top, straight to the top
City to city, I'm calling the shots
I know the rules and I'm making it pop
Making it pop, pop, pop
Straight to the top, straight to the top
Couple of bands just to cop up the chop
Blunts in the Saturn I'm making it hot
Making it hot, hot, hot
I'm from New York, so she like how I talk
Copping the drip, yeah, I'm on that a lot
Used to dream bout meeting u in the park
Now I see past all of your double talk
Brought all the gear out here to the spot
Wut you gon do with the shit that I bought
Decked out the whip with the brand new exhaust
Gave her my heart, now she got it on lock
Straight to the top
Straight to the top
Straight to the top
Straight to the top
Straight to the top
Straight to the top
Straight to the top
Straight to the top
Straight to the top
City to city, I'm calling the shots
I know the rules and I'm making it pop
Making it pop, pop, pop
Straight to the top, straight to the top
Couple of bands just to cop up the chop
Blunts in the Saturn I'm making it hot
Making it hot, hot, hot
This is incredible
Yeah
Writer(s): Curtle Durtle
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