Top Opp Lyrics

I be cruising down the street in my drop top

Smoking with the bros on a hot block

Ya Bitch dying for the call, she wanna pop up

But we ain't picking up no phone she a top opp

I be cruising down the street in my drop top

Smoking with the bros on a hot block

Ya Bitch dying for the call, she wanna pop up

But we ain't picking up no phone she a top opp

She be thinking that she popping on the newwww waveeeee

Bitch you out of line it's a newwww dayyyy

Ya boyfriend blowing up ya phone like wyd bae

While she sucking on the rock on a Tuesday

She be sucking and twerking and making it right for a nigga like me

I get to the bag and stack up the cheddar and spend it all on the supreme

I gas up ya Bitch, lie to her twice and make her think it was a dream

While I'm in the foreign, fucking her friend, living my life as a king

Bitch I told it's a mother fucking new day

Fucking with the gods of the new wave

Get the gang together; start a new rage

And we gon, and we gon, yeaaaaaaa

I be cruising down the street in my drop top

Smoking with the bros on a hot block

Ya Bitch dying for the call, she wanna pop up

But we ain't picking up no phone she a top opp

I be cruising down the street in my drop top

Smoking with the bros on a hot block

Ya Bitch dying for the call, she wanna pop up

But we ain't picking up no phone she a top opp

Yeah she a top opp

Yeah you a top opp

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