Lil Keed, Lil Gotit - Drop the Top lyrics

Mario oh Lord, Jetson made another one

I put this drip together
Just like a rockstar
Don't know 'bout red light
We smash up cop cars
I talk 'bout money, niggas talk cheap
How the hell you spent 50 bands in a week?
I'm shoppin' Rodeo, start rappin'
It pays more
I smoke the best, exotic fresh off the tree
Got VVS, this water by G
It fit my wrist, a new Patek Phillipe
Ah, brand new coupe, I drop the top
(Hood Baby)

Only 19 and I never had a job (It's crazy)
No disrespectin', yeah
I get her wetter by tomorrow (On God)
I'm on a jet, I got a clear view (Let's go)
She want Chanel, not Jimmy Choo (Cha nay nay)
She think I'm from the avenue (Oh no)
Ran up them racks, got revenue (Racks)
Lil' bitch, fuck you
I didn't flood my wrist for you
Shoot shit up 'bout all my bros (Audemars)
She thought I was thinkin' the
Way I stuffed it (Audemars)
I'm gettin' racks now, they let us through
No pat down my brother let me on the
'Gram and I fumbled, i'm back now
She wanna fuck on Gotit (Gotit)
She tryna fuck my posse (Lil Gotit)
Her body of a goddess (Slatt)
You gone forever, I know, yeah, yeah
(It's crazy)
Yeah, yeah (It's crazy, but it's true)

I put this drip together
Just like a rockstar
Don't know 'bout red light
We smash up cop cars
I talk 'bout money, niggas talk cheap
How the hell you spent 50 bands in a week?
I'm shoppin' Rodeo, start rappin'
It pays more (Let's go)
I smoke the best, exotic fresh off the tree
(I smoke the best)
Got VVS, this water by G (Got VVS)
It fit my wrist, a new Patek Phillipe (VVS)
Ah, brand new coupe, I drop the top (Woo)

Yeah (Keed talk to 'em)
I drop that motherfuckin' top, uh (Ayy)
I cop the new drop, uh (Shit)
Had the ho screamin' to stop, uh (Let's go)
Yeah (Woo)
These bands on me, they tryna pull a heist
Yeah, yeah (Say what)
Like a Harley, she just wanna ride it
Girl, jump in my car
Versace came black like tar (No cap)
Yeah, got so much pull
She fucked my engineer (Ah)
Yeah, when I'm in the building
They givin' all eyes, all ears
(Shit) yeah, put Off White jeans
On her fuckin' rear (Off White, Off White)
Shit, her pussy appears and my face appears
(Shit)
Yeah, stack it up, go get me some veneers
(Cheese)
Shit, shit, they white for real (Cheese)
Yeah, gon' stay white for years (Woo)

I put this drip together
Just like a rockstar
Don't know 'bout red light
We smash up cop cars
I talk 'bout money, niggas talk cheap
How the hell you spent 50 bands in a week?
I'm shoppin' Rodeo, start rappin'
It pays more
I smoke the best, exotic fresh off the tree
Got VVS, this water by G
It fit my wrist, a new Patek Phillipe
Ah, brand new coupe, I drop the top