Correction Lyrics Top Hat by Boe Sosa

Featuring(s) : BOE Phay & BOE Sixo

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Lyrics

Ayy, Young Jay, you made this?

Brothers from the sandbox, bang the same gang
Loyalty is everything, you know I'll never change
Runnin' up a bag, nigga, you can keep the fame
Kick door, bet he give up everything
Brothers from the sandbox, bang the same gang
Loyalty is everything, you know I'll never change
Runnin' up a bag, nigga, you can keep the fame
Kick door, bet he give up everything

[BOE Sosa]
Kick door, bet he give up everything
Married to my Glock, bitch, f*ck a wedding ring
BOE, Brothers Over Everything
BOE, Brothers Over Everything
Young nigga from the trenches, probably out of town
Couple bricks, couple sticks, hit for some pounds
I'm stitch-lipped, f*ck the law, I can't make a sound
Free the Gangland doin' time in that dog pound
I been trappin', bust down pack, finna send 'em all
This shit deeper than rap, we tryna knock him off
Kick door, bet that nigga hit the floor quick
Real niggas relate, 'cause this is real shit
Just got the call, finna pick up my chain
Lost LulMir, shit'll never be the same
Mumu with two straps, he know when to let it bang
Sixo with the pistol, he'll hit you with the thing

[BOE Phay]
I made him give up everything, I even took his pinky rings
All my niggas demons and hungry, cravin' for the same thing
Puttin' dirt on my name, I dare you reach for this chain
Forty open his brain, this forty filled with propane
f*cked you in Murder Gang, in traffic, switchin' up lanes
'Woods gon' ease the pain, we caught him, now he don't bang
Forty leavin' these stains, niggas switchin' they gang
Streets'll never be the same, these niggas bang for the fame
Streets startin' to get hot, these bullets burn like a thot
Poppin' on niggas' block, aimin' straight for the top
BOE, we'll never stop, we gon' stay gettin' guap
When I was slidin' down the jack with mini-chop, sendin' them shots
Niggas know what happen, we can get this shit crackin'
Heard blood playin' with hollows, I got full metal jackets
Told that bitch to run it up and let me see some ass clappin'
I'm all about my money, flippin' work, and countin' them packages

[BOE Sixo]
Bitch, it's strictly BOE, I know you niggas heard of us
Thirty shots'll leave your p*ssy ass in dust
I keep it on me, you niggas know it's a must
If you f*ckin' with the suckers, you gon' be rushed
f*ck the suckers, you niggas known for sneak dissin'
Get your aim up, you niggas known to keep missin'
Lil' DJ keep a wallet like a fat bitch
I be on the block makin' moves, on my trap shit
Lil' Mumu keep two straps, that's what he known to do
This for LulMir, I'll tell my demons come and rumble you
Lil J-4, yeah, you know he keep it on his hip
It's kick door season and you know we finna get rich
You a bitch, you really ain't with the street shit
Ask your big homie, we ain't the niggas to beef with
You a bitch, you really ain't with the street shit
Ask your big homie, we ain't the niggas to beef with

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