Top Drop (feat. Paul Wall)

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top drop, got my Glock cocked

Slim Thug, a motherfucka

For you jackers that's hatin'

Run up try to rob, yeah, bitch I'ma be waitin'

Mad 'cause you see me skatin'

On my chrome lookin' good

You fuck with my bitch and I'ma shoot up ya hood

Steel, leather, and the wood, that's tradition down in Texas

Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus

Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely

Pour up out the pint, we ain't sippin' on no bubbly

Screw tape loud while I'm swingin' by the crowd

And the dro got me high, it feel like I'm in the clouds

I'm a H-town ****

Reppin' for P-A-T

Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe, and Pimp C

I'm a shine for my city, fuck them haters talkin' down

So holla at a **** when you see me walkin' 'round

Oh-seven was a hard one but I can be found

In my slab puffin' pounds, tryin' to take away my frown

And I

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop, got my Glock cocked

I got my mind on my money and my Glock in my hand

Grindin' hard, paper stackin', tryin' to follow the plan

Pullin' gloss and steams, chasin' million dollar dreams

Livin' the thug life, I get it by any means

When times get hard, I got no one to hold me down

So I ride with the top down and cruise around town

The boppers in line, 'cause I've been known to be a slab rider

Coming down clean, marchin' like a freedom fighter

When you ride fours, partner, stay strapped

They gon' get you at the light and put one in your cap

See, I keep it in my lap, I ain't slippin' for none

And I got sprayed by Eddie, but homie I ain't done

I'm 'bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens

I'm thinking Rockford Fosgates with 'bout four fifteens

See the leather is perforated and boys gon' sho hate it

My slab is undisputed, I'm the number one rated

With my top drop, baby

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top drop, got my Glock cocked

Why they waitin' on me to fall

I'ma still stand tall, ball hard in the mall

I've been shinin' for a while, haters ya in denial

Since back in nine-eight I been wreckin' freestyles

Still spit lines that'll put a smile on ya child

And do a song that'll make the hood go wild

The flow versatile when they hear it, they like wow

That boy got talent, yeah, I like your style

But, uh, no pressure, don't let the bullshit stress ya

A four, with somebody test ya

Lord, bless ya

You grind lesser, you shine lesser

You win when you don't let this material shit impress ya

Insides like a dresser, woodgrain on the dash

My motto: fuck fame, put my name on the cash

I used to wish and dream I could swing on the glass

Now cars, clothes, and hoes is a thing of the past

And I

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top, drop top drop top

Got the damn top, got the damn top trop

Got the got the damn top drop, got my Glock cocked