Drop That Top lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got them like Biggaveli you that n*gga you hot in the hood
You the type of n*gga c*ck it and pop in the hood
Yeah and I'm ready to ride
Fitted hat to the back middle finger in the sky
You don't want it with the kid
I'm in the best shape and you motherf*ckers couldn't picture my tummy getting big
My money getting big, got money in the crib
First 30 days in the can was ugly for the kid
I had to bruise up a little n*gga in the big yard
Started at the bottom had to move up
Now I'm in the coupe plush
V10 with the roof up
Sizzurp in the hand got me juiced up
Let the AK loosen him up he ain't want to ride
Paramedic scooping him up he ain't want to die
I don't lie n*gga I'm real try to come at me hard
You gon' witness more steel than the penitentiary yard

[Chorus]
You better drop that top when its 90 degrees and you in South Beach riding the breeze
You better drop that top if you riding with keys you better slow it down riding with ease
Better drop that top if you riding the five and your b*tch is on the passenger side
You better drop that top when it's 90 degrees and you on 8th Ave riding the breeze

[Verse 2]
No tats on the belly or the chest
I'm back boss Don Biggaveili in the flesh
Me and blaze in front of the telly in the Lex
Kevlar protecting the belly not the neck
n*gga I'm get it popping my n*gga we getting plenty
Hit you with the semi
I got the hood in a frenzy
Till the police come and get me
Make you lazy from the piffy baby don't try to trick me
You ain't sipping b*tches you ain't getting none of the sticky
They thinking the boy cheap
Word on the street is they think that the boy heat
How he in position to take off on a mission
And he fresh from the prison
Half the chain gleam gold and the rest of it glistens
It's like I just left out the kitchen
Mixing up the stuff spent the summer in Miami where the b*tches love to f*ck
The hood love me they give it up
I do it for the kids
I'm a ex-con but they look up to me like I'm Big
[Chorus]
You better drop that top when its 90 degrees and you in South Beach riding the breeze
You better drop that top if you riding with keys you better slow it down riding with ease
Better drop that top if you riding the five and your b*tch is on the passenger side
You better drop that top when it's 90 degrees and you on 8th Ave riding the breeze

[Verse 3]
They say I remind them of Pac in this prime
Pop a n*gga dead at the drop of a dime
Top down in the drop with the nine
Knowing if I get caught they gon' have me sitting in court copping out to a dime
I don't need that roll the piff n*gga lean back
Chewing past food don't steam that
Damn Bigavelli you was the sh*t, you was hot in the green Ac'
Max say he going to do something he really mean that
40 cal hitting your gut pushing your spleen back
Told you mother f*ckers I was a Don
Told you motherf*ckers I was the one
You could catch me in the drop and I always got the gun

[Chorus]
You better drop that top when its 90 degrees and you in South Beach riding the breeze
You better drop that top if you riding with keys you better slow it down riding with ease
Better drop that top if you riding the five and your b*tch is on the passenger side
You better drop that top when it's 90 degrees and you on 8th Ave riding the breeze