Berner - Top Down lyrics
[Berner - Top Down lyrics]
I'm smoking with the top down, top down, top down, yeah
Money busting out the box now, box now, box now, yeah
I let my bustdown talk now, talk now, talk now, yeah
I'm smoking with the top down, top down, top down, yeah
The seven-five so live, I can't pass it
I'm rollin' one in traffic, Lemonade, gotta have it
I'm too lit, I laid the blueprint
For the price on exclusive, they want my new shit
The kush man cross it, go crazy
Hit the KM-11 with the Poundcake, lady
Gelato 77 got my heart beatin' mainy
Got jars full of flavor Young Serge just gave me
We smoke out arenas on nationwide tours
This one's for the connoisseurs and the weight movers
Smoked a cheetah with Wiz Khalifa
Georgia Pine, sweeter than milk, just a little sweeter
Limoncello, the chill cake mellow
I'm at Cypress Hill, smoke sesh next level
Why the hash look incredible?
I fell asleep on a hundred milligram edible
I'm smoking with the top down, top down, top down, yeah
Money busting out the box now, box now, box now, yeah
I let my bustdown talk now, talk now, talk now, yeah
I'm smoking with the top down, top down, top down, yeah
The Purple Punch so bunk, you can have it
When the 88 come back around, I'ma grab it
We don't smoke Biscotti, or the Gushers
Anything from the gang, goofy motherfuckers
Variety is everything, this menu's insane (It's fuckin' nuts)
They use Cookies in all the new strains
The Medellin hits the shelf in a month
Kick the bitch out the Maybach for lightin' up a blunt (Come on now)
We burn vibes 'til our eyes turn bloodshot
Your flex pack full of bud rock
Gary Payton, got my head hot
Snow Montana, mail an order, and it's deadstock
Live resin cart in a G pen
I get high and start talking of my weed plans
Shit, I love to be the weed man
The cabana hold eight point three grams
I'm smoking with the top down, top down, top down, yeah
Money busting out the box now, box now, box now, yeah
I let my bustdown talk now, talk now, talk now, yeah
I'm smoking with the top down, top down, top down, yeah
And it's just like that
504 on lemon bounce right back
Like my brother Alex said
We got this shit one million percent
Mormon, what up?
Big law, big unk in this motherfucker
Got me high as a motherfucker
Y'all know who this is
Motherfuckin' Gary Payton
Y'all know my man Berner
Got this fire out here
That GP thing
That Gary Payton thing
Y'all know what it is
I'm the defensive man all along
I did that shit on the motherfuckin' court
Now I'ma do it on the streets, get it
Gary Payton strand, get it
Y'all heard me
Berner did it, I'ma do it
Now we gon' do it on these streets
Get that shit, the fire
The fire
Money busting out the box now, box now, box now, yeah
I let my bustdown talk now, talk now, talk now, yeah
I'm smoking with the top down, top down, top down, yeah
The seven-five so live, I can't pass it
I'm rollin' one in traffic, Lemonade, gotta have it
I'm too lit, I laid the blueprint
For the price on exclusive, they want my new shit
The kush man cross it, go crazy
Hit the KM-11 with the Poundcake, lady
Gelato 77 got my heart beatin' mainy
Got jars full of flavor Young Serge just gave me
We smoke out arenas on nationwide tours
This one's for the connoisseurs and the weight movers
Smoked a cheetah with Wiz Khalifa
Georgia Pine, sweeter than milk, just a little sweeter
Limoncello, the chill cake mellow
I'm at Cypress Hill, smoke sesh next level
Why the hash look incredible?
I fell asleep on a hundred milligram edible
I'm smoking with the top down, top down, top down, yeah
Money busting out the box now, box now, box now, yeah
I let my bustdown talk now, talk now, talk now, yeah
I'm smoking with the top down, top down, top down, yeah
The Purple Punch so bunk, you can have it
When the 88 come back around, I'ma grab it
We don't smoke Biscotti, or the Gushers
Anything from the gang, goofy motherfuckers
Variety is everything, this menu's insane (It's fuckin' nuts)
They use Cookies in all the new strains
The Medellin hits the shelf in a month
Kick the bitch out the Maybach for lightin' up a blunt (Come on now)
We burn vibes 'til our eyes turn bloodshot
Your flex pack full of bud rock
Gary Payton, got my head hot
Snow Montana, mail an order, and it's deadstock
Live resin cart in a G pen
I get high and start talking of my weed plans
Shit, I love to be the weed man
The cabana hold eight point three grams
I'm smoking with the top down, top down, top down, yeah
Money busting out the box now, box now, box now, yeah
I let my bustdown talk now, talk now, talk now, yeah
I'm smoking with the top down, top down, top down, yeah
And it's just like that
504 on lemon bounce right back
Like my brother Alex said
We got this shit one million percent
Mormon, what up?
Big law, big unk in this motherfucker
Got me high as a motherfucker
Y'all know who this is
Motherfuckin' Gary Payton
Y'all know my man Berner
Got this fire out here
That GP thing
That Gary Payton thing
Y'all know what it is
I'm the defensive man all along
I did that shit on the motherfuckin' court
Now I'ma do it on the streets, get it
Gary Payton strand, get it
Y'all heard me
Berner did it, I'ma do it
Now we gon' do it on these streets
Get that shit, the fire
The fire