MR. SMITH (TOP SHOOTA)

Top shooter won't miss
I need a miss to my Mrs. Smith
I ain't have to tell her rise up the Nina
All you hearing is the click click
Top dawg so you know it's automatic
Blue print I ain't never have to graph it
Told brody to pass it, I'm whipping the classic
It's a stick shift
Still free Sheff out the cage
You know I'm rolling but shout out my Trey's
You know that we trini mix it with curry
Have Deadpool dig your grave
Don't forget Clay
Got some rillas in the cave
Say what you like boy I'm standing on business
Known for setting the plays

Don't give me a reason to lift you up
I won't think twice
24 in the clip like Kobe
Let one off now I'm Mike
Remember days posted up on the 5
Keep the strap tucked like a dyke
Make way when a nigga arrive
Bunch of killers around we don't fight
Nigga acting like a top dawg
Silly mistake
I'm rolling with FN's and Drac's
Rich Crip
In a wraith
Diamonds dancing while we in the spot
Think I'ma stain you laced
They ain't want to teach me the game
Was on the block still fighting a case
Pass me the 40 and give me a boost
First nigga run up I'm letting it loose
I don't know shit, the fuck is a truce?
Y'all want smoke? I'm coming to you
Top feva I ain't no woo
And I still don't fuck with 22
And I got a couple of my G's ready
Put a dumb nigga on the news
Don't get it confused

Top shooter won't miss
I need a miss to my Mrs. Smith
I ain't have to tell her rise up the Nina
All you hear is the click click
Top dawg so you know it's automatic
Blue print I ain't never have to graph it
Told brody to pass it, I'm whipping the classic
It's a stick shift
Still free Sheff out the cage
You know I'm rolling but shout out my Trey's
You know that we trini mix it with curry
Have Deadpool dig your grave
Don't forget Clay
Got some rillas in the cave
Say what you like boy I'm standing on business
Known for setting the plays

I was never fucking with the bullshit
I be fiending to empty a full clip
Got a couple blood hounds lay a nigga down
Fever gang we the movement
He got lined up by the bitch
He should know these hoes pick and choosing
Glock 19 wit' a switch
Rich rolling all my niggas ruthless

Top shooter won't miss
Run up the 40 and knock off his kicks
Stay in the mix
If I back up the Rolly the time gone tick
Gone bug out he stay on the lick
He don't need no pills
Battle scars got him up, came right back outside
Going straight for the kill

Top shooter won't miss
I need a miss to my Mrs. Smith
I ain't got to tell the rah at the Nina
All you hear is the click click
Top dawg so you know it's automatic
Blue print I ain't never have to graph it
Told brody to pass it, I'm whipping the classic
It's a stick shift
Still free Sheff out the cage
You know I'm rolling but shout out my Trey's
You know that we trini mix it with curry
Have Deadpool dig your grave
Don't forget Clay
Got some rillas in the cave
Say what you like boy I'm standing on business
Known for setting the plays