Top Down lyrics

[Verse 1]
b*tch, I had pulled up fresher than a motherf*cker 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
b*tch, I'm aggressive, suck me up, I break yo' f*ckin' neck
b*tch, 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
b*tch, you must be dumb, we kill him dead, n*gga, bam-bam
b*tch, I'm rich as f*ck, 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
b*tch, I'm loaded
And I'm rollin' like a rollin’ stone
That n*gga 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 sh*t too real
Every diamond froze, b*tch, you knowin' I don't never chill
If they say that, then f*ck it, n*gga, tell them b*tches what it is
You play, I bet I bust a n*gga
You know I do this sh*t for real
(baw, skrrt)
Stinky hoes
b*tch mad that I got my own
Want smoke, n*gga, what you on?
n*gga 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
b*tch, I'm pullin' up with my top down
Let's bang, n*gga
[Chorus]
Top down, choppers on, uh-uh
b*tch, you must be dumb, we kill him dead, n*gga, bam-bam
b*tch, I'm rich as f*ck, accept myself, so I don't care now
Thou shall not kill so I guess I'm goin' to hell now
Hol' on