*Lyrics from Snippet*

[Verse 1]
Top what I do now; it'd get topped with a new style
You know I only ever do miles
And I think I got the flu, wow
I'm finna die soon, get shot like high noon
This my life, and my rules
Shoot a fucker, bye, fool
Lookin' like a white JME—got a doo-rag on my head
I'ma lose that on the feds
Fuck it, do her in the bed
I'ma shoot her in the head
Send a shooter—Triple X
Send my shooter to your Greggs
Pull up Hooter's, nothin' left
So I shoot up, I infest
Your chests with bullets from my killin' machine
I been buildin' machines
I'm finna fill them with lеan
I'm finna kill them with team
I'm in the building, my G
How do you not know what I mеan?
They say my headwear so clean
Man; I'm finna lose it tonight
I fucked that bitch 'fore two fights
Happened in the cute night
Except that ain't a cute night
'Cause we fought 'til our boots slide
Off the chimney, and the roof, I
Wanna send apologies, but fuck you
I hope the Devil cooks you
This one big middle finger to the bitch who ruined my life
You ruined my life, I hope you die in the night
You got me cryin' out my eyes
I wish I was feelin' some vibes
But I feel like I died
Goodbye, this is truly goodbye
[Bridge]
Love, a feeling I never felt
Love, somethin' I wish I was dealt
Love, not being hit wit' a belt
Love, that'd make my heart melt
Love, your speech was heart-felt
Love, a feeling I never felt
Love, somethin' I wish I was dealt
Love, not being hit wit' a belt
Love, that'd make my heart melt
Love, your speech was heart-felt

[Verse 2]
I made it from the top, top, top, top, top, top
Can you stop making that god damn pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
I'm finna send you to the chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
We been running from the cops, cops, cops, cops, cops, cops
Finna shoot up the opps, opps, opps, opps, opps, opps
Your bitch finna gimme top, top, top, top, top, top
All your music flopped, flopped, flopped, flopped, flopped, flopped
I hope you get shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot
I'm finna send all my bots, bots, bots, bots, bots

[Refrain]
Sloppy toppy, nobody robbed me
I hope you feel my story properly
This the shit the news gon' copy
Want you in my bed, lil' shawty
Want you in my bed, lil' shawty
[Chorus]
Make you a deal, cook you up some cocoa, a meal
I want you to feel my love, for real
This the shit I want you to understand tonight
I love you, hold you tight
Cocoa in your mouth, I am in your eyes
And you are in my mind
Let's let love combine
'Cause we powerful combined
Make you a deal, cook you up some cocoa, a meal
I want you to feel my love, for real

[Verse 3]
I'm Mike Tyson in the ville
Finna make these bitches ill
They say my dick look like a pill
But it's when that makes you chill
And suck on while it heals
All your pain inside, you get paid my wife
I'm insane, I might
Love you 'til the fuckin' end
'Til the fuckin' end, yeah
Don't let this love bend, yeah
I hope I don't end ya
I wanna defend ya
Is my shit gon' mend ya