TOP OFF ft. GDP Lyrics

Riding round town with the top off

Sun kissed shawty with top off

Whose on top

Get em knocked off

Gun to they chest when they nod off

Where I come from homies shallow

Wanna throw stones cast shadows

They got the game all backwards

Flexing with they homies on camera

Flex all the hoes all the hoes

Fuck with the guys get chin checked

Stomp in yo yard like recess

Good ass kush need to destress

Getting Bomb pussy on the weekend

Might cuff that bitch but it depends

Might dub that bitch never hit send

Subbed in and they Still haven't taken me out

A whole lot to prove

A whole lot to lose

A whole lot sheep

But I am wolf

My left palm be itching the bred coming soon

God sends me blessing we always in tune

I'm holding the mic in the middle of June

This bitch getting hot from the words it consumes

You signing yo soul to a label

That profits and manages everything that you do

I don't abide by the system

I'm talking system that was set up for me to lose

Im gonna own all my masters and sign all the homies

Cause that's how a CEO moves

Serving dope lines like the coke man

They all line up

Talking bout give me 4

I really came up in va

With a flow like I came from the city

Where big pun called home

ever wiped yo prints off the gun

That yo big homie showed

Hope he never gotta pull it

But you never really know

In a city where weather ain't that only thing thats Cold

Cause people really taking head shots

Like vogue woah

Weed in my backpack

Smoking on a fat back

Remember those days I was serving out the hatchback

Q's and the zips had me feeling like the cash man

Skipped a lot of school I ain't feeling like need that

I was in the fast track trynna get a fat stack

All of the haters in the building man hate on me

Keep feeling my energy

it's GDP

You can not fill that seat

I was cutting down my circle

Homie had to get the sawed off

If you ain't talking paper then get up off my call log

I don't got time for you fake ass hoes

You spit bars that you ain't even wrote

You sign a paper but you even know

That label they control your flow

And they control what you do and don't

Oh no no not me

I ain't signing shit unless I read it

If you just stop it then maybe you'll see

I smoke green out a fronto leaf

And I've been drinking this Hennessy

Got me feeling like a senzu bean

That just hit my spleen

I hop on the beat and respectfully terminate it

Riding around town with the top off

S2k getting topped off

Bad little bitch know my songs

I don't post on shit this is my blog

Riding around town with the top off

S2k getting topped off

Riding around town

Whose on top