Top Off lyrics

[Intro: Warhol.SS & Ugly God]
Ya dig?
Uh-huh
Ayy, ooh

[Chorus: Ugly God]
And I'm ridin' with the top off, your b*tch 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 b*tch gon' get dropped off

[Verse 1: Warhol.SS & Ugly God]
On my third iPhone, on private when I fly home
My b*tches color limón, they copied what I been on
I do this sh*t on my own, this a no-fly zone
With your b*tch spot on, I f*cked her, then I got on
Swervin' out the GLE, I'm high as f*ck (Skrrt)
Ain't smokin' 41, then you ain't high enough (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, if that b*tch 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, n*gga, I'ma pull your card
And I'm smokin' on the gas, so you know I'm puffin' hard
b*tch, you ain't what you rappin', boy, I know you buckin' hard (b*tch)

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Ridin' with the top off, your b*tch 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 b*tch gon' get dropped off
[Verse 2: Warhol.SS & Ugly God]
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 (Ooh)
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 n*ggas 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 (b*tch)
I throw bands on your b*tch 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)

[Chorus: Warhol.SS & Ugly God]
Yeah, I'm ridin' with the top off, your b*tch 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 b*tch gon' get dropped off