Lyrics:
[Intro]
Sinclair, Sinclair, Sinclair
B9, B10, B25
Oh yeah!
Yo!
[Chorus]
Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
But man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
[Verse 1]
Nah only the reason to
The shooter's there if I need him to
Minimun 5 like 3+2
Whilst spinnin my live man I'm breezing trough
God bless you if I squeeze a a-choo
Don't know you when I speak up you
Better cover that face that picaboo
That'll strike man down like Pikaa
I might put money om my own head
Out there man out with no bread
Yeah I sleep peaceful when I go bed
From a young boy, to an old head
I'm a big man but I've got no dreads
Can't cause beef then phone feds
Yeah I can't stick around here too long
Cause I gotta go Brum like a moped
[Chorus]
Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/jaykae/lyrics/on-top] I don't give two fucks
But man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
[Verse 2]
What dirt you done, what risk you talk?
Throw bodyshots that'll lift you up
Won't throw one back cause he's too short
Yeah my aim's on point if I miss you Dot
Pop champagne cause I've been through none
Tell her pop champagne cause I've been through enough
Come around here I can show you tough
Said you weren't there but I know you was
Now I ain't gotta care in the world
My bad if I stare at your girl
I run free households ain't sharin' a cell
Don't wanna go broke it was scary as hell
Gonna get air if you air me as well
First things first I'm here for myself
No other pricks gonna care for my house
Strapped in I'm wearing my [?]
Yo brother I'm safe I pull up the tune like a [?]
Flip that p like a pancake
How much p can a man make
It's it right hand, when you handshake
I'm big man brud mad cake
In potrait, in landscape
Yeah I ran straight, to the bank mate
You lot pissed off, are you [?]
[Chorus]
Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
But man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed, I'm blessed
Sinclair, Sinclair, Sinclair
B9, B10, B25
Oh yeah!
Yo!
[Chorus]
Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
But man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
[Verse 1]
Nah only the reason to
The shooter's there if I need him to
Minimun 5 like 3+2
Whilst spinnin my live man I'm breezing trough
God bless you if I squeeze a a-choo
Don't know you when I speak up you
Better cover that face that picaboo
That'll strike man down like Pikaa
I might put money om my own head
Out there man out with no bread
Yeah I sleep peaceful when I go bed
From a young boy, to an old head
I'm a big man but I've got no dreads
Can't cause beef then phone feds
Yeah I can't stick around here too long
Cause I gotta go Brum like a moped
[Chorus]
Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/jaykae/lyrics/on-top] I don't give two fucks
But man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
[Verse 2]
What dirt you done, what risk you talk?
Throw bodyshots that'll lift you up
Won't throw one back cause he's too short
Yeah my aim's on point if I miss you Dot
Pop champagne cause I've been through none
Tell her pop champagne cause I've been through enough
Come around here I can show you tough
Said you weren't there but I know you was
Now I ain't gotta care in the world
My bad if I stare at your girl
I run free households ain't sharin' a cell
Don't wanna go broke it was scary as hell
Gonna get air if you air me as well
First things first I'm here for myself
No other pricks gonna care for my house
Strapped in I'm wearing my [?]
Yo brother I'm safe I pull up the tune like a [?]
Flip that p like a pancake
How much p can a man make
It's it right hand, when you handshake
I'm big man brud mad cake
In potrait, in landscape
Yeah I ran straight, to the bank mate
You lot pissed off, are you [?]
[Chorus]
Man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed man I ain't got opps
I don't give two fucks
But man I'll get your rave locked off
Pull up in a grey drop top
Jay's on top, back then I never had shit
But now I'm gettin' paid non stop
Man make gwop
Still out here on the block
I'll still send your boyfriend shop
I can still roll round these ends on my ones
I'm blessed, I'm blessed