Drop Top
Yo, Lucas, you heard?
Swervin' in a drop top
Louis, Fendi, Prada
I'm swervin' in a drop top
Ooh, Louis, Fendi, Prada
You, I could get you fly
You a baddie, you don't gotta try
You number one, not three or two
'Bout to make me say, "I do"
I could get you right, but you a baddie, you don't gotta do too much
In the GLS, this Maybach too clutch
I'ma close the curtains in the back of your bus
When it comes to money, know you stack it up
But you're fuckin' with a baller, so it really don't matter
If I see an opp, bet his shit get splattered
I'm steppin' in designer, still a certified crasher
When it comes to shorty, she a certified bad one
Certified splasher, I put her in a Rollie
Why these nigga hate me? They don't even know me
Niggas who on dick be the same ones that owe me
Shorty from Toronto, I call her my lil' crodie
She got that macaroni (Got that macaroni)
I'm swervin' in a drop top
Ooh, Louis, Fendi, Prada
You, I could get you fly
You a baddie, you don't gotta try
You number one, not three or two
'Bout to make me say, "I do"
I could get you right, but you a baddie, you don't gotta do too much
Swervin' in a drop top
Louis, Fendi, Prada
I'm swervin' in a drop top
Ooh, Louis, Fendi, Prada
You, I could get you fly
You a baddie, you don't gotta try
You number one, not three or two
'Bout to make me say, "I do"
I could get you right, but you a baddie, you don't gotta do too much
In the GLS, this Maybach too clutch
I'ma close the curtains in the back of your bus
When it comes to money, know you stack it up
But you're fuckin' with a baller, so it really don't matter
If I see an opp, bet his shit get splattered
I'm steppin' in designer, still a certified crasher
When it comes to shorty, she a certified bad one
Certified splasher, I put her in a Rollie
Why these nigga hate me? They don't even know me
Niggas who on dick be the same ones that owe me
Shorty from Toronto, I call her my lil' crodie
She got that macaroni (Got that macaroni)
I'm swervin' in a drop top
Ooh, Louis, Fendi, Prada
You, I could get you fly
You a baddie, you don't gotta try
You number one, not three or two
'Bout to make me say, "I do"
I could get you right, but you a baddie, you don't gotta do too much
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Writer(s): Andrew Green, Darrian Jimenez, Lucas Sarudiansky
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