Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Top Drop, artist - Curren$y. Album song Andretti 10/30, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jet Life
Song language: English
Top Drop |
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one |
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one |
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one |
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one |
Window down, top drop |
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint |
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain |
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain |
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers |
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered |
Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through |
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out |
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out |
Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world |
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of 'em belong |
to us |
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up |
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova |
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded |
I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me |
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one |
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one |
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one |
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one |
Window down, top drop |
Window down, top drop |
Window down, top drop |
Nigga gon' get my guap |
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch |
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot |
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like |
Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself |
Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone |
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love |
What you saying lil homie? |
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie |
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking |
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking |
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory |
Was scared for me, momma I made it |
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates |
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates |
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates |
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths |
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one |
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one |
Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one |
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one |
Window down, top drop |
Window down, top drop |