Drop Top Down - Coyote, Paul Wall & Doeman: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Drop Top Down

Coyote, Paul Wall & Doeman

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Drop Top Down adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Coyote For Hire/Smoker's Club Records tarafından 30 Mayıs 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıyoteLAndia

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30 Mayıs 2025

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(Verse 1: Guapo)

Mothafuckas wanna act loco, got the 44

Bitch I'm outside, I be everywhere you don't go

You drunk and you high and you smell like a hobo

I'm fly as a bitch, so I smile in my photos

I'm groovy as fuck, so they jockin' my mojo

I pick up your bitch, playin' K-Ci and JoJo

Cortez on my feet, bitch I dress like a cholo

I'm playin Chalino inside of my lo-lo

I talk to myself, I can't talk to the popo

I'm drinkin' ice tea and my bitch do like coco

You hang out with dudes and that's too many jotos

I hang out with bitches, they lez, and they go both ways

Now there's two bad bitches, like déjà vu

They don't know me, but they should be like, "I hate that dude"

I don't like nobody, so I feel you fool

How you feel about me is how I feel about you

(Verse 2: Blanco)

Blanco

I'm at the backhouse, with nothin' but pounds up in it

The same place where the rhymes invented

So all I do is rap and trap, I need a platinum plaque

And I ain't stoppin' 'til my name's submitted

Fuck that, this my moment, I'ma seize it

Hit up the jeweler, my wrist, he gon' freeze it

Lettin' in slide, I just cannot appease it

Aimed at your top, and the metal, I squeeze it, (Yah!)

This chain like a catalytic converter, that shit gettin' took

Let's get some mariscos, I'm so hungover, last night got me cooked

Yeah, an eye for an eye, un ojo por ojo

You shoot at me once, and I'm shootin back ocho

We did what we did, y salimos de lodo

You can decide, either plata o plomo

(Verse 3: Guapo & Blanco)

Straight from the dirt, man I'm comin for all that I'm owed

From the concrete, grew a beautiful rose

My only goal is to shit on my foes

Walkin' and talkin', I'm steppin on toes

I'm steppin on dedos, I pull up, "¿qué pedo?"

It's like I'm Magneto, I stay with the metal

Me gusta desmadre, I dance with the devil

Glock on my lap when I ride thru the ghetto, I'm

(Hook: Guapo)

Drivin' through the city with the drop top down

Drivin' slow, so they can see me every time I come around

I'm just drivin' through the city with the drop top down

Keep a pistol on my lap, you trippin', get shot down

I'm just drivin' through the city with the drop top down

I'm just drivin' through the city with the drop top down

I'm just drivin' through the city with the drop top down

Drivin' slow, so they can see me every time I come around

(Verse 4: Paul Wall)

(What it do? It's Paul Wall, baby, ay)

I drive slow, like a school zone

To the stash house, it's my second home

Paper route on the backstreets

I know all the ways to turn off my phone

Chop and blaze on Buddah's chrome

Money on my mind, like a comb

If I don't got it, then I know a guy

So have your money right, and we can move along

To the next customer, straight hustlers

No busters, just go-getters

Trendsetters, no trend sippers

I'ma paint the cup let me paint the picture

I'ma flip the script, when I switch the whip

Should I candy paint or wrap it?

I'ma turn heads when I turn the corner

It's guaranteed, I'ma stop the traffic

Cash me out, I'ma work my magic

Causin' havoc when I hit the scene

Mouth, neck, and wrist full of bling

Got Vogue Tyres for the whole team

Cream leather and its butter-soft

Tailor made, 'cause I'm playa made

I'ma break their hearts when I break 'em off

When you see me, I'm out gettin' paid, know what I'm sayin'?

(Verse 5: Doeman)

Knock knock, it's the Doe-De-Man

Hot shot on the block, know I tote the blam

Glock cocked, better hope that I stole the jams

Get knocked out by the buddy with the coldest hands

Drop top, fat pad with the golden jams

Southside, H-Town with coldest slabs

I run with the Yotes, my chosen fam

We just tryna back this stolen land

I'm a crazy motherfucker when I'm lit

I might just run up in your mothafuckin' bitch (bitch)

Guap me the car, we might hit 'em wit the blick

Hit 'em wit the blick, hit 'em wit the mothafuckin' stick (brrrrr, brr)

Heart been froze, now I put it on my wrist

Since 5 years old, Doe-De always been the shit

From Texas to Cali, we throwed in this bitch

Drop my top, slab out my whip, H-town

(Hook: Guapo)

Drivin' through the city with the drop top down

Drivin' slow, so they can see me every time I come around

I'm just drivin' through the city with the drop top down

Keep a pistol on my lap, you trippin', get shot down

I'm just drivin' through the city with the drop top down

I'm just drivin' through the city with the drop top down

I'm just drivin' through the city with the drop top down

Drivin' slow, so they can see me every time I come around

I'm just...

Written by: Joseph Gonzales, Paul Slayton, Ricardo Morales, Victor Manuel Morales Jr

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