Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Drop My Top lyrics

Drop my top
I don't gotta pay for no parking spot
I'm so hot, I got to be a flaming hot
Lil bitch a thot
Tryna find out how much cash I got
Lil bitch watch out
Got cash at the spot, I can never run out
I spent a lot on this watch
VVS stones, know these are lights out
They diamonds, they cry
I'm straight out the trap so why should I nap
I put the backwood to the fire
I light up this cookie, now we can get high
I'm doing two hundred, I'm burning my tire
This foreign go fast, you barely gettin' by

I drop my top, when I stop they watch
They say that's bro who serves
Straight out the pot
He used to be broke, now he got a lot
Turn up at the shows, the fans they rock


Word around town that boy finna pop
And that boy still get the dope out the drop
Pull up to the spot
Just call 'fore you come
You ain't even gotta knock
Pull up with a thot
Finna pick up her friend
I'ma switch those hoes out
We get back to the spot
I ain't even got to talk to them
Panties gon' drop and I'm still on the block
Screaming fuck the police 'til they
Let my dog out
Middle of winter, I drop my top
Gudda Tay on this beat
So you know this beat rock i gotta burn out
Every time I leave that parking lot
Young nigga so hot
I ain't even gotta pay for no parking spot
Had to recount my knot
'Cause it ain't no tellin' how
Much cash I got
I got blue hundreds, big face fifties
And twenties it ain't no running out

Drop my top
I don't gotta pay for no parking spot
I'm so hot, I got to be a flaming hot
Lil bitch a thot
Tryna find out how much cash I got
Lil bitch watch out
Got cash at the spot, I can never run out
I spent a lot on this watch
VVS stones, know these are lights out
They diamonds, they cry
I'm straight out the trap so why should I nap
I put the backwood to the fire
I light up this cookie, now we can get high
I'm doing two hundred, I'm burning my tire
This foreign go fast, you barely gettin' by

You barely gettin' by, don't know why
You cappin' and flexin' stressin'
Lil bitch I'm straight on your steppin'
With this Glock and this Wesson, I'm
Going straight up to the top
Lil bitch I'm Dexter
If I catch me a felon I'm bailing
Straight out 'til them charges get dropped
No I'm not tellin'
If you hit up my celly, you want me
To mail it, wrap this shit up
Then I'ma sell it
Heard the bitch wanna screw me
I'm bookin' a telly
I call a bitch up, I'm finna nail it
'Bout to go to the safe and
Count up me some racks
Now I get to spinning like I'm a propeller
Then I get to throwing like it's a confetti
I go to the shop and I cop me a Rollie
My pockets fat and they poking, swollen
Damn, young nigga blow up, exploding
You know that
Smoking that cookie and pressure, I grow that
Just made a whole ten, goddamnit I blew that
Who that? that the young nigga who
Got them bags in from Texas
Remember he flew that
Popped me an X and I'm zooted
Still with them same niggas
No we're not recruiting
Lil bitch I'm up and you knew that
Persian my floor mat
Droppin' the top and I'm doin' a donut

Drop my top
I don't gotta pay for no parking spot
I'm so hot, I got to be a flaming hot
Lil bitch a thot
Tryna find out how much cash I got
Lil bitch watch out
Got cash at the spot, I can never run out
I spent a lot on this watch
VVS stones, know these are lights out
They diamonds, they cry
I'm straight out the trap so why should I nap
I put the backwood to the fire
I light up this cookie, now we can get high
I'm doing two hundred, I'm burning my tire
This foreign go fast, you barely gettin' by