Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Top Back, artist - T.I..
Date of issue: 25.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
Top Back |
Haaaa… Mannie Fresh I got you nigga |
I’m gonna show these niggaz what to do with one of your beats |
I’m shutting the whole block down |
Here comes trouble homey |
I’ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy |
I like my beat down low and my top let back |
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back |
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back |
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black |
I’m the man in my city ain’t nobody fucking wit me You can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches |
I’m a known drug dealer I always have 50's |
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me SS’S on 26's watching some television |
Shorty I’m never slipping got the berretta in vision |
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to tripping |
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whipping |
Pimp stolen’the automobile and the roof for the tag missing |
Polices’try to pursue me it’s nothing but gas given |
Addicted to fast living, guess I’m one of my dad’s children |
Think I’m bad now shoulda seen me before I had children |
Give dick to ya daddy’s daughter and dare her to have children? |
Hope he got some insurance 'cause death her ass is enduring? |
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri |
Still my wet paint drippin’while I’m woodgrain gripping |
I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you heard about us Young niggaz filthy rich and we ain’t worried bout much |
On this glock I clutch In God I trust |
If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust |
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up What, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn’t bust |
I got the heart and the guts on this purp I blow |
Move ten bricks daily tryin’to twerk five mo Ya see the Cadillac swerving down Hollywood Road |
On the flyest Spur in Cali fucking Hollywood Ho’s |
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro |
Bumping Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo Other rappers’old dudes told dudes I’ma pro |
With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow |
(Hey) nigga don’t you hit me less you buying 6 or mo My 24 blades glistening and my 808 kicking |
I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em |
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailing |
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy |
And now we riding Giovanni’s and Asani’s on Pirellis |
If ya ever think ya trying to run up on me just forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded |
Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck |
Ya think he ain’t getting stuck you got life fucked up A couple stitches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up Will he live? |
Will he die? |
Guess he might luck up Meanwhile I’m racing my Ferarri like a light for a buck |
Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car… |