Top lyrics

[Hook]
Drop the top
Why your girl a thot?
She gon' give me top
Sloppy top in the back seat
I like that a lot
Count my guap
Count them racks up
Yeah I like that a lot
Why you mad?
Why these n*ggas mad?
Cause we just at the top

[Verse]
Two door coupe with no roof top
I call that ho Robb Bank$
In my bag, money bag
You would think I robbed a bank
In L.A. with a goth b*tch
Her skin white like cocaine
Give me face, give me f*cking face
I put that ho in place
She in check, I just got a check
I cash it the same day
Bought Supreme, got the f*cking Bape
The Gosha on the way
Bought some kicks, yeah some f*cking Ricks
That's why she on my di*k
Come and lick it, I just hit a lick
But that ain't none of your business
I got b*tches, world record b*tches
I should be in Guinness
Wait a minute, why these n*ggas b*tches?
They so f*cking pus*y
Run up on me, you gon' run away
Shoot hollows at yo pus*y
Need a rack, need like two racks n*gga
Come and f*cking book me
[Hook]
Drop the top
Why your girl a thot?
She gon' give me top
Sloppy top in the back seat
I like that a lot
Count my guap
Count them racks up
Yeah I like that a lot
Why you mad?
Why these n*ggas mad?
Cause we just at the top