Drop the Top

Drop the top and let's ride, my swag is so supersized
I pop the trunk and then roll up skunk, just drop the top and lets ride
Got that green up in my pocket, keep that gram without a bag dough
Boy you already know, just drop the top and lets ride
Just Drop the top and let's ride my swag is so supersized
I pop the trunk and then roll up skunk just drop the top and lets ride
Got that green up in my pocket, keep that gram without a bag dough
Boy you already know just drop the top and lets ride

Swang dip swerve with my mind on a stack
My bros with me rollin' up loud in the back
Ride around the city with a S on my chest
And I grip more wood than a classroom desk
I'm intelligent with the best of em
Spit with the best of em
Just give me the beat and just let me go
Do my thing killin in the booth
Blowin trees, killin beats anything goes till 7 in the morn'
Ask me how I'm livin' and I tell em just fine
Smoked that good and lost track of time
Pretty purple nuggets that are straight of the vine
Got me feelin' like a cookie jar, high all the time
Yeah I'm so divine, a genius with these rhymes
Like a coke dealer, boy I got plenty lines
Lil' crazy muhfucka mind on cash
Hit the party up with my mind on ass
Money aint a thang boy I get that fast
Usain Bolt, 100 meter dash
I don't really give a fuck see my feet out the truck
With some brand new kicks that you aint never had
Rep my side it's the new school comin
Swang texas swag with the trunk still bumpin
Cut the AC off windows down

Let's Drop the top and just ride to something

Drop the top and let's ride, my swag is so supersized
I pop the trunk and then roll up skunk, just drop the top and lets ride
Got that green up in my pocket, keep that gram without a bag dough
Boy you already know, just drop the top and lets ride
Just Drop the top and let's ride my swag is so supersized
I pop the trunk and then roll up skunk just drop the top and lets ride

Got that green up in my pocket, keep that gram without a bag dough
Boy you already know just drop the top and lets ride

Give me the beat and let me body the verse
Cuz after verse 1 shit just gets worse
Me and my bros on a path to a million
Sun roof open smoke comin' out the ceiling
Fresh to death in a car full of G's
Some from the Funk some from the Triple D
I run up in this bitch give me the cash give me the cheese
Give me everything you got and get down on yah knees
Back up in the game with the odds stacked against me
Built metal stiff you could never ever bend me
Flow so cold you might want to freeze tag it
Stay so fresh dress better than a faggot
Kush on deck and this world play sick
If the booth was a bitch then I'd whoop that trick
What up DTS and the whole damn clique
And I wrote this verse when I was high then a bitch
Gone off the drank and the swag to the tippy
Flip that zone workin' with 350
Killin' shit lately in the hills I'm the man
If I put you in my shoes then you probably couldn't stand
Spit so many flows swear I'm brain dead bro
Out my mind with these lyrics got a brain dead flow

Aint a muhfucka round that could hold me down
Give me the beat pad and pen and I'm ready to clown
Ha

Drop the top and let's ride, my swag is so supersized
I pop the trunk and then roll up skunk, just drop the top and lets ride
Got that green up in my pocket, keep that gram without a bag dough
Boy you already know, just drop the top and lets ride
Just Drop the top and let's ride my swag is so supersized
I pop the trunk and then roll up skunk just drop the top and lets ride
Got that green up in my pocket, keep that gram without a bag dough
Boy you already know just drop the top and lets ride