I walk in — silence breaks,
They freeze up when I raise my face.
You wanted fire? Here’s the flame,
Watch your whole life go up in blaze.
I’m the top,
You’re a flop,
I’m the pressure, I don’t stop.
Every step — a bass drop,
Your girl’s in my fan club.
Glossy lips,
Midnight glance,
I’m no bad girl —
I’m a weapon in a dance.
Red lips — that’s your last light,
You hit the brakes when I walk by.
You don’t know how to handle me,
I’m sin in heels and luxury.
You gave iPhones?
I crushed the chip.
You bought diamonds?
I lit a cigarette with it.
I don’t chase “daddies”, I run the game,
You call it love — I call it flame.
I’m the top,
You’re a flop,
I’m the reason jaws drop.
Your crew’s still talking trash —
But their girls beg me nonstop.
“Too loud”? Nah, it’s my brand.
Too fast? That’s how I land.
I hit like thunder —
Sharp and clean with no command.
Boys in comments: “You’re so mean” —
But DM me like I’m their queen.
Your lyrics? Please. It’s cosplay rap.
I laugh so hard, I almost clapped.
You flex in the gym like “I’m a real man”,
I flex on the crowd — no need for a plan.
You wanted me sweet, quiet, and nice?
Go kiss your mom. I don’t play that life.
🖤 I’m the top, you’re not even close,
🖤 I’m the heat, you’re a ghost.
🖤 My pain’s your dream,
🖤 But baby, you can’t reach this queen.
I’m. The. Top.
You. Just. Flop.
Got it?