Top Down - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Bitch, I had pulled up fresher than a motherfucker at my best

Playin' on my top so I say that’s a bet

If they get out of place, we gon' leave them in check

Cold hearted, I don’t lean on that

Diamonds layin' on a vest on my chest

Bitch, I’m aggressive, suck me up, I break yo' fuckin' neck

Bitch, I got on Prada head to toe

I got them choppers by the floor

I got that wrong by the low

I got one block already gone

I cannot stop, I want him gone

I pay that price to bust his dome

I’m all alone while I’m at home

I changed the numbers to my phone

Hol' on

Top down, choppers on, uh-uh

Bitch, you must be dumb, we kill him dead, nigga, bam-bam

Bitch, I’m rich as fuck, accept myself, so I don’t care now

Dogs shall not kill so I guess I’m goin' to hell now

Hol' on

Bitch, I’m loaded

And I’m rollin' like a rollin' stone

That nigga got your feelings gone

A half of me and

A Rolex on my son arm

Convicted felon, bare arms

Speak on that, I’m goin' to jail

You know I do that time strong

Hol' on, what it is?

Shorty say I keep that shit too real

Every diamond froze, bitch, you knowin' I don’t never chill

If they say that, then fuck it, nigga, tell them bitches what it is

You play, I bet I bust a nigga

You know I do this shit for real

(Baw, skrrt)

Stinky hoes

Bitch mad that I got my own

Want smoke, nigga, what you on?

Nigga want smoke, I’ma get you gone

I ain’t never put them choppers down

Been asked her if she gon' leave me 'lone

Purple weed got my mind gone

Bitch, I’m pullin' up with my top down

Let’s bang, nigga

Top down, choppers on, uh-uh

Bitch, you must be dumb, we kill him dead, nigga, bam-bam

Bitch, I’m rich as fuck, accept myself, so I don’t care now

Dogs shall not kill so I guess I’m goin' to hell now

Hol' on…