Top Down

My top down, your name hot now

But when I was out here

Nigga you was not 'round

Was in the game, but I just watch now

I did rims so my shit stock now

Suede, hit, lining on the roof

Don't be lyin' on the facts

Niggas lyin' in the booth

When we travel around the world

We flyin with a suitcase, stamped

Louis Vuitton, with Cuban cigar

Miami, Ocean Ave, couple beautiful broads

On the back of motorbikes

Ain't no use for a car

I'm outta town, so the coupe is at large

And this, jealous of success, niggas usually are

But, I don't give a fuck

I ain't trippin though

Nigga gettin desperate

While I'm getting dough

Oh you love that bitch? Better get yo' ho

And I ain't gotta tell you why, You already know

Once in a lifetime shit

She ain't never been fucked in a drop top benz

That's why when I pull up she quick to get in

I'm a boss, young nigga get some paper and a pen

Class is in session, rap till I'm restless

Cuz constant repitition is the path to progression

Class is in session, rap till I'm restless

Cuz constant repitition is the path to progression

Take that and run with it, you should get some cash

Way back as young niggas, we was livin' fast

Heavy on the grind, South Central State of mind

Type of nigga to buy a pound, and break it all down in dimes

Baby blue regal, 1985

Gold rollie on my neck, 380 on my spine

It was a lot of things that was runnin through my mind

All of which I would bring to myself, in due time

And now I'm watchin ring put a strain on her eye

Fireworks on my sleeve, the 4th of July

Waist line Louis, stay fly truly

Can't fuck with me with a rubber or a roofie

Hoes try to choose me, haters try and shoot me

Feds wanna book me, and these bitches wanna screw me

Ex-street nigga turned boss, that's the routine

And you would have extras if your life was a movie

Catch my breath that's a whole lot of words, you know

This is the marathon

New shit, Neighborhood Nip Hussle, let's get it