Top Off
Ya dig
Yeah
Ayy, ooh
And I'm ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your mans 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off
On my third iPhone, I'm private when I fly home
My bitches color limón, they copy what I been on
I do this shit on my own, this a no-fly zone
With your bitch spot on, I fucked her, then I got on
Swervin' out the G-oline, I'm high as fuck (Skrrt)
If you ain't swervin' 41, then you ain't high enough (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, if that bitch a nine, she ain't fine enough (Nope)
All it take is one call, then they fire it up (Bah)
He was reachin' for a weapon, but I know he bluffin' hard
I'ma treat ya like a holder, nigga, I'ma pull your card
And I'm smokin' on the gas, so you know I'm puffin' hard
Bitch, you ain't what you rappin'
Boy, I know you buckin' hard (Bitch)
Ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your mans 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off
Smokin' OG, smellin' like I'm fartin' (Phew, phew)
I'm gon' pop out with the gang, they act retarded (Gang, gang)
And if I die, don't be sad, throw a party (Don't be sad)
'Cause my kids, they gon' finish what I started (What I started)
Uh, keep me out the loop, no more internet (Not all)
You wan' book me for a show? I'm chargin' ten for that (Chargin' 10)
Yeah, all that back and forth, we ain't into that (Both)
Yeah, if you want some smoke, then we sendin' that (Ooh)
We got 50's in them Tommy's, I'm Bin Laden (Yeah, yeah)
Bend the corner, hit the block, we finna trap 'em (Grra)
Yeah, if he don't give it up, then we whack him (Bah)
I know a couple niggas do it for a passion (For a passion)
We gon' shake it up (Yeah)
You get added to the beef, you tryna break it up (Bitch)
I throw bands on your bitch and watch
Her rake it up (Watch her rake it up)
And I need my beauty sleep, I ain't wakin' up (Nah, I ain't wakin' up)
Yeah, I'm ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your mans 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off
Yeah
Ayy, ooh
And I'm ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your mans 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off
On my third iPhone, I'm private when I fly home
My bitches color limón, they copy what I been on
I do this shit on my own, this a no-fly zone
With your bitch spot on, I fucked her, then I got on
Swervin' out the G-oline, I'm high as fuck (Skrrt)
If you ain't swervin' 41, then you ain't high enough (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, if that bitch a nine, she ain't fine enough (Nope)
All it take is one call, then they fire it up (Bah)
He was reachin' for a weapon, but I know he bluffin' hard
I'ma treat ya like a holder, nigga, I'ma pull your card
And I'm smokin' on the gas, so you know I'm puffin' hard
Bitch, you ain't what you rappin'
Boy, I know you buckin' hard (Bitch)
Ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your mans 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off
Smokin' OG, smellin' like I'm fartin' (Phew, phew)
I'm gon' pop out with the gang, they act retarded (Gang, gang)
And if I die, don't be sad, throw a party (Don't be sad)
'Cause my kids, they gon' finish what I started (What I started)
Uh, keep me out the loop, no more internet (Not all)
You wan' book me for a show? I'm chargin' ten for that (Chargin' 10)
Yeah, all that back and forth, we ain't into that (Both)
Yeah, if you want some smoke, then we sendin' that (Ooh)
We got 50's in them Tommy's, I'm Bin Laden (Yeah, yeah)
Bend the corner, hit the block, we finna trap 'em (Grra)
Yeah, if he don't give it up, then we whack him (Bah)
I know a couple niggas do it for a passion (For a passion)
We gon' shake it up (Yeah)
You get added to the beef, you tryna break it up (Bitch)
I throw bands on your bitch and watch
Her rake it up (Watch her rake it up)
And I need my beauty sleep, I ain't wakin' up (Nah, I ain't wakin' up)
Yeah, I'm ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your mans 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off
Credits
Writer(s): Ahmar Bailey, Royce Cornell Davison, Zahir Myles
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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