DROP THAT TOP

Man
I'm hot
My blood Hot
Try to play me baby wish you would
Play me baby wish you would

Yeo Cig!

I'm the Puerto Rican coach Popovich
Shorty really think she Erin Brockovich
She a dog
I'ma walk the bitch
Flew her out once
I couldn't stop the bitch
Slidin' wit the Ducati
I had the chow line
In my grandma lobby
This my job, its not a hobby
Look around
All you see is dead bodies

Its a cold world
Still drop that top
Left her on the block
Bitch came back hot
Start me up and I might not stop
Start a nigga up
I might not stop
Stop, Drop
Open up shop for the hot nigga
Punched him in his face, but it look like the Glock hit em
Tried to keep the peace in my hood, but the block did em
Lil bitch was blind by the time that the watch hit her

How many snakes gotta die in my lawnmower?
How many times I gotta pop out and cross over?
If its eye for an eye give em glaucoma
Flew a hunnid pack two, three times over
Ran it up, went renegade
Negative zero degrees centigrade
You a Arnold Palmer wit no lemonade
I make it windy
Ventilate
Show you some Cig shit
Let me demonstrate

Stop, Drop,
Open up shop for the hot nigga
Punched him in his face, but it look like the Glock hit em
Tried to keep the peace in my hood, but the block did em
Lil bitch was blind by the time that the watch hit her

Its a cold world
Still drop that top
Left her on the block
Bitch came back hot
Start me up and I might not stop
Start a nigga up
I might not stop

Yea Fuck Rap
Still having' dope in my sock (Yea)
Still on the block with a brand new Glock (Yea)
Shit get hot, better cool out (Huh)
Ruler on that .40, I brought the school out
Ready to tie a nigga up, just like a Boy Scout
Tell that worker how to work, Nigga them boys out
Yea I just want some neck bitch then get out
White Hypnotize the junkies, Yea like Get Out
Yea I mix expensive dope with the lean
Yea I'm on the red, while I'm chasin' green
This a Crip Sig, this shit got a blue beam
I been tatted on my flesh since like 13
I been trapping like a bitch, selling that cocaina
I got a whole 10 on me in these Prada Jeans
Yea, Bitch do you like that?
They done shot him in the head, he can't get his life back
I been posted wit the Brims and a new strap
Ready to wrap a nigga head like a Durag
Red dot on the head like an Arab
You know its Quickdraw gang, bitch we don't play that

Its a cold world
Still drop that top
Left her on the block
Bitch came back hot
Start me up and I might not stop
Start a nigga up
I might not stop
Stop, drop
Open up shop for the hot nigga
Punched him in his face, but it look like the Glock hit em
Tried to keep the peace in my hood, but the block did em
Lil bitch was blind by the time that the watch hit her



Credits
Writer(s): David Boland Jr
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