Top Drop

[Chorus] Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop For you jackers that's hatin' Run up try to rob yeah bitch I'm a be waitin' In the country see me skatin' On my chrome lookin' good You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood Still leather and the wood that's tradition down in Texas Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin' on no bubbly Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd And the dro'' got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud I'm a H-Town nigga. Reppin' for P.A.T. Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe and Pimp C I'm a Shine for my city fuck them haters talkin' down So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin' round 07 was a hard one but I can be found In my slab puffin pounds tryna take away my frown And I [Chorus] I got my mind on my money and my glock in my hand Grindin' hard, paper stackin' tryna follow the plan Pullin', gloss and steams chasin' million dollar dreams Livin' the thug life I get it by any means When times get hard I got no one to hold me down So I ride with the top down and cruise around town The boppers in line, cause I been known to be a slab rider Comin' down clean, marchin' like a freedom fighter When you ride 4's patna' stay strapped The gone catch ya at the light and put one in ya cap See I keep it in my lap, I ain't slippin' for none I ain't got sprayed by any but homie I ain't done I'm bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens I'm thinkin' ? with bout 4-15's See the leather is perforated, them boys gone sho' hate it My slab is undisputed I'm the number one rated With my Top Drop [Chorus] While they waitin' on me to fall, I'm a still stand tall Ball hard in the mall I been shinin' for a while, haters ya in denial Since back in 9 -8 I been wreckin' freestyles With spit lines that'll put a smile on ya child And do a song that'll make the hood go wild The flow versatile, When they hear it they like wow That boy got talent yeah I like your style. But uh No pressure, don't let the bullshit stress ya A ? with somebody test ya God bless ya Ya Grind lesser, ya shine lesser Ya win when you don't let this material shit impress ya Insides like a dresser, wood grain on the dash My motto, fuck pain put my name on the cash I used to wish and dream I could swang on the glass Now cars, clothes, and hoes is a thang of the past And I Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop Got my glock clocked.