Top Mountain
[Verse 1: Lil Woody & BRAUW]
Flow fire, teriyaki chicken (Hot)
Cut that bitch off 'cause the bitch be bitchin' (Yeah)
Whip it up Gordon in the kitchen (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up like bitch from the motherfuckin' digits, ayy, ayy
I saw yo man, he was slurpin' a Glizzy
I DJ the V-jay until I get dizzy
She asked me to hang and I told her, "I'm busy"
'Cause the ass was fat, but the pussy was fishy

[Verse 2: BRAUW]
One, two, skip to my Lou
Talk shit about Legos, then it's mother-fuck you
Put syrup on my Eggos, then I head to school
I was lyin' 'bout the GILF, she was only forty-two
But, I still beat, though
Straight through her hole like I'm shootin' free throws
Sittin' here soft like, "Where'd my meat go?"
Can't even find it like my dick is Nemo
Don't matter, though, I got about twelve Dory's
Slidin' up, every time I post a story
Messages like, "Yo, BRAUW, I'm horny"
But if it's not feet pics, that shit just bores me
B-R-A-U-W
She said, "No screenshots," I sent it to a couple dudes
Can't even fuck with you
It's about time me and Woody came with something new
[Verse 3: Lil Woody]
This MILF back on me boomerang
Blowin' smoke like Cobain
Ridin' with the gang, gang
Make the blicky bang, bang, ayy
Goin' apeshit like King Kong
Eatin' your bitch like ching-chong
Now I'm at your mom crib, ding-dong
Fall to her knees like, "What's wrong?"
Walk in the room, make her pussy drip
Hunnid rounds in my banana clip
I got the birds all up on my hip
I fuck on your bitch and then I skip
Onto the highest mountain top
Gettin' top from your mother
She givin' head like no other
I bag one bitch, gotta bag another
Might be your great-grandmother, fuck her
Bender has a little more up his sleeve

[Verse 4: MC Kudge]
Wait, hol' up
Killed the pussy, do a little dance like Joker
Said she can't breathe, eyes back when I choke her
Blacked out Rover, blacked out pour up
Cracked out, runnin' with my ass out
Back now, sneakin' out the back, wow, uh
Four bitches on the floor passed out, uh
"Top Mountain" playin' in the background
WWE the way I smack down, hit her from the back, ow
Didn't wanna do her, but I'm killin' and rippin'
And, man, I'm kiddin', I'm spittin' them writtens
While she just suckin' and spittin'
Man, I'm trippin', she said she listen to MC Virginity
Now I know she feelin' me when I go and flip her over
Spit one, dumb bars, cold Minnesota
Ain't nobody fuckin' with the kid, man, I told ya
Watch your bitch, I might have to bag, no shoulder
Watch your girl, I might have to bag now