Invisible Top lyrics

by

Trill Sammy


[Intro]
(I'm like, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I pull up, invisible top
(Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ayy, yuh, yuh) (Ayy, yuh, yuh)
(Ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh-) Rain (Drip)

[Chorus]
I done fell in love with that b*tch for her brain
Hittin' that b*tch from the back while my chains hit together, kinda sound like loose change
If I call you my brother, we stick together (Stick together)
It won't be 'bout no b*tch if we fall out ever
Walk inside of the club and we change the weather
Might go over your head like an umbrella

[Verse 1]
Pull up, invisible top (Pull up)
I left the DMV then hit the lot
Trap out the Beamer, can't have the crib too hot
Put double C's on my socks (For real)
Put double G's on my b*tch
She like designer a lot
Cuffin' that b*tch? You a cop
See it, I want it? I cop
Ain't nothin' to talk about
Keep the b*tch right on the spot (Ain't nothin' to talk about)

[Chorus]
I done fell in love with that b*tch for her brain
Hittin' that b*tch from the back while my chains hit together, kinda sound like loose change
If I call you my brother, we stick together (Stick together)
It won't be 'bout no b*tch if we fall out ever
Walk inside of the club and we change the weather
Might go over your head like an umbrella

[Verse 2]
Jump in the booth and I blank
Get in one of my moods and I pour up a pint
She gon' blow me like soup, what you think she a saint? (Ha)
Stashin' my drugs in the gas tank (Stashin'), yeah
They pull me over? I'ma do the dash (Do the dash)
Too many racks in my Louis bag
These n*ggas b*tches just like a drag (b*tches)
n*gga walk around with more racks than your dad
Mixin' up drank (Yeah)
Mixin' up drank like I was in love (Gangster)
I was in New York
I was in New York, had to send that b*tch cash
Never came up short, chain on sport
I done cut the plug off, went lookin' for the sauce
Shorty hit so good, I done left the b*tch hoarse (Ha), god damn

[Chorus]
I done fell in love with that b*tch for her brain
Hittin' that b*tch from the back while my chains hit together, kinda sound like loose change
If I call you my brother, we stick together (Stick together)
It won't be 'bout no b*tch if we fall out ever
Walk inside of the club and we change the weather
Might go over your head like an umbrella

[Outro]
Pull up, invisible top (Top, top, top, top, top, top)
I pull up, invisible top (Shh)

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