Top Down

Bitch, I had pulled up fresher than a motherfucker at my best Playin' on my top so I say that’s a bet If they get out of place, we gon' leave them in check Cold hearted, I don't lean on that Diamonds layin’ on a vest on my chest Bitch, I'm aggressive, suck me up, I break yo' fuckin' neck Bitch, I got on Prada head to toe I got them choppers by the floor I got that wrong by the low I got one block already gone I cannot stop, I want him gone I pay that price to bust his dome I'm all alone while I'm at home I changed the numbers to my phone Hol' on Chorus Top down, choppers on, uh-uh Bitch, you must be dumb, we kill him dead, nigga, bam-bam Bitch, I'm rich as fuck, accept myself, so I don’t care now Thou shall not kill so I guess I’m goin' to hell now Verse 2 Hol’ on Bitch, I'm loaded And I'm rollin' like a rollin’ stone That nigga got your feelings gone A half a million in my home A Rolex on my son arm Convicted felon, bare arms Speak on that, I'm goin' to jail You know I do that time strong Hol' on, what it is Shorty say I keep that shit too real Every diamond froze, bitch, you knowin' I don't never chill If they say that, then fuck it, nigga, tell them bitches what it is You play, I bet I bust a nigga You know I do this shit for real baw, skrrt Stinky hoes Bitch mad that I got my own Want smoke, nigga, what you on Nigga want smoke, I'ma get you gone I ain't never put them choppers down Been asked her if she gon' leave me 'lone Purple weed got my mind gone Bitch, I'm pullin' up with my top down Let's bang, nigga Chorus Top down, choppers on, uh-uh Bitch, you must be dumb, we kill him dead, nigga, bam-bam Bitch, I'm rich as fuck, accept myself, so I don't care now Dogs shall not kill so I guess I'm goin' to hell now Hol' on