Warhol.SS, Ugly God - Top Off lyrics
[Warhol.SS, Ugly God - Top Off lyrics]
Ya dig? Uh huh
Ayy, ooh
And I'm ridin' with the top off
Your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your
Man 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants
Don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce
Your bitch gon' get dropped off
On my third iPhone
On private when I fly home
My bitches color limón
They copied what I been on
I do this shit on my own, this a no-fly zone
With your bitch spot on, I fucked her
Then I got on
Swervin' out the GLE, I'm high as fuck
(Skrrt)
Ain't smokin' 41, then you ain't high enough
(yeah, yeah) ayy, if that bitch a nine
She ain't fine enough (Nope)
All it take is one call, then they fire it up
(Bah) he was reachin' for a weapon but
I know he bluffin' hard
I'ma treat ya like a holder, nigga
I'ma pull your card
And I'm smokin' on the gas
So you know I'm puffin' hard
Bitch, you ain't what you rappin', boy
I know you buckin' hard (Bitch)
Ridin' with the top off
Your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your
Mans 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants
Don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce
Your bitch gon' get dropped off
Smokin' with my OG, smellin' like I'm fartin'
(Phew, phew) i'm gon' pop out with the gang
They act retarded (Gang, gang)
And if I die, don't be sad, throw a party
(Don't be sad) 'Cause my kids
They gon' finish what I started
(What I started)
Uh, keep me outta the loop, no more internet
(Nada) you wan' book me for a show?
I'm chargin' 10 for that (Chargin' 10)
Yeah, all that back and forth
We ain't into that (Both)
Yeah, if you want some smoke
Then we sendin' that (O oh)
We got 50s in them tommys, I'm Bin Laden
(yeah, yeah) bend the corner, hit the block
We finna trap 'em (Grra)
Yeah, if he don't give it up
Then we whack him (Bah)
I know a couple niggas do it for a passion
(For a passion) we gon' shake it up (yeah)
If you're added to the beef
You try and break it up (Bitch)
I throw bands on your bitch and
Watch her rake it up (Watch her rake it up)
And I need my beauty sleep, I ain't wakin' up
(Nah, I ain't wakin' up)
Yeah, I'm ridin' with the top off
Your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your
Mans 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants
Don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce
Your bitch gon' get dropped off
Ayy, ooh
And I'm ridin' with the top off
Your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your
Man 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants
Don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce
Your bitch gon' get dropped off
On my third iPhone
On private when I fly home
My bitches color limón
They copied what I been on
I do this shit on my own, this a no-fly zone
With your bitch spot on, I fucked her
Then I got on
Swervin' out the GLE, I'm high as fuck
(Skrrt)
Ain't smokin' 41, then you ain't high enough
(yeah, yeah) ayy, if that bitch a nine
She ain't fine enough (Nope)
All it take is one call, then they fire it up
(Bah) he was reachin' for a weapon but
I know he bluffin' hard
I'ma treat ya like a holder, nigga
I'ma pull your card
And I'm smokin' on the gas
So you know I'm puffin' hard
Bitch, you ain't what you rappin', boy
I know you buckin' hard (Bitch)
Ridin' with the top off
Your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your
Mans 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants
Don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce
Your bitch gon' get dropped off
Smokin' with my OG, smellin' like I'm fartin'
(Phew, phew) i'm gon' pop out with the gang
They act retarded (Gang, gang)
And if I die, don't be sad, throw a party
(Don't be sad) 'Cause my kids
They gon' finish what I started
(What I started)
Uh, keep me outta the loop, no more internet
(Nada) you wan' book me for a show?
I'm chargin' 10 for that (Chargin' 10)
Yeah, all that back and forth
We ain't into that (Both)
Yeah, if you want some smoke
Then we sendin' that (O oh)
We got 50s in them tommys, I'm Bin Laden
(yeah, yeah) bend the corner, hit the block
We finna trap 'em (Grra)
Yeah, if he don't give it up
Then we whack him (Bah)
I know a couple niggas do it for a passion
(For a passion) we gon' shake it up (yeah)
If you're added to the beef
You try and break it up (Bitch)
I throw bands on your bitch and
Watch her rake it up (Watch her rake it up)
And I need my beauty sleep, I ain't wakin' up
(Nah, I ain't wakin' up)
Yeah, I'm ridin' with the top off
Your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your
Mans 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants
Don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce
Your bitch gon' get dropped off