Lex Andretti - T-Top Lyrics

Want to make it last longer?
Better take a pic
Talk your shit
I’ll swipe off your lip kit, yeah
Standing ten toes strong
You gone have to kill me
Two-toned watch
Louis V flip-flops, feel me?
Two hoes out the top
Moonroof, Moonrocks
I be wilding, where’s my charger?
Fucked your future babyfather
Riding Raris getting to the cake like baking
’95 F50, turned the corner swinging
I got 512 BBi, dodged a DUI
You the side, boy you ain’t the burger, you the fries
I decide my life that’s why I don’t depend on nobody
You gone stall your life just trying to wear some damn Givenchy
I be in my bag, that’s how I got him in my pocket
Rocket
Ain’t thinking straight, I’m on Biscotti
Narcotic taking over, vision clouded
I hold you hostage and don’t give no fuck about it
Seems like you always bringing problems, what’s the use though?
Tell the truth
Don’t know what you want, can’t be your wifey or your muse
Wouldn’t know what to do if I pulled up dropped a Muller on you
Wouldn’t know what to do if I pull up, good medulla on me
I eat my fruits
Flyer than them fuck niggas, Nike swoosh
You bitches soft, I’m my own boss
Monday on vacation
I’m in town, run up on her if she get to faking
You bojangling, call Ben Franklin
Cuban anklet, hit the stanky legg
All these chains and shit you hear me dangling
I don’t gotta say it, you be thinking it
We goals in the t-top
Your bitch can’t join the trio
Mi cuello muy frio
When you see me yeah you talk different
When your pockets stuffed, it make you walk different
Mona Lex collect a bag off a painting
Five racks, don’t give a damn they say I’m changing
My neck all gold, yours tainted, ain’t it?
Mona Lex collect a bag off a painting
Two hoes out the top
Moonroof, Moonrocks
I be wilding, where’s my charger?
Fucked your future babyfather
Riding Raris getting to the cake like baking
I can smell a pig just how I can spot your gold fake
(Fake, fake, gold plated shit trash)
Checking niggas on the glass
Like we playing hockey baby
Passionfruit my sake
He buy me Kawasaki
Bitch you ain’t even popping
While you jocking Lex, new shit dropping
Got the jazz, John Stock
Counting cash, you got options
They on me and they wilding
You want me but you drowsy
Sleeping on me like a fool
You ain’t smooth, boy you’re rude
I gotta keep it moving
Want to make it last longer?
Take a pic
Talk your shit
Swipe off your lip kit, yeah
Standing ten toes strong
You gone have to kill me
Louis V flip-flops, feel me?
Two hoes out the top
Moonroof, Moonrocks
I be wilding, where’s my charger?
Fucked your future babyfather
Riding Raris getting to the cake like baking
I can smell a pig just how I can spot your gold plated

Want to make it last longer?
Better take a pic
Talk your shit
I’ll swipe off your lip kit, yeah
Standing ten toes strong
You gone have to kill me
Two-toned watch
Louis V flip-flops, feel me?
Two hoes out the top
Moonroof, Moonrocks
I be wilding, where’s my charger?
Fucked your future babyfather
Riding Raris getting to the cake like baking
’95 F50, turned the corner swinging
I got 512 BBi, dodged a DUI
You the side, boy you ain’t the burger, you the fries
I decide my life that’s why I don’t depend on nobody
You gone stall your life just trying to wear some damn Givenchy
I be in my bag, that’s how I got him in my pocket
Rocket
Ain’t thinking straight, I’m on Biscotti
Narcotic taking over, vision clouded
I hold you hostage and don’t give no fuck about it
Seems like you always bringing problems, what’s the use though?
Tell the truth
Don’t know what you want, can’t be your wifey or your muse
Wouldn’t know what to do if I pulled up dropped a Muller on you
Wouldn’t know what to do if I pull up, good medulla on me
I eat my fruits
Flyer than them fuck niggas, Nike swoosh
You bitches soft, I’m my own boss
Monday on vacation
I’m in town, run up on her if she get to faking
You bojangling, call Ben Franklin
Cuban anklet, hit the stanky legg
All these chains and shit you hear me dangling
I don’t gotta say it, you be thinking it
We goals in the t-top
Your bitch can’t join the trio
Mi cuello muy frio
When you see me yeah you talk different
When your pockets stuffed, it make you walk different
Mona Lex collect a bag off a painting
Five racks, don’t give a damn they say I’m changing
My neck all gold, yours tainted, ain’t it?
Mona Lex collect a bag off a painting
Two hoes out the top
Moonroof, Moonrocks
I be wilding, where’s my charger?
Fucked your future babyfather
Riding Raris getting to the cake like baking
I can smell a pig just how I can spot your gold fake
(Fake, fake, gold plated shit trash)
Checking niggas on the glass
Like we playing hockey baby
Passionfruit my sake
He buy me Kawasaki
Bitch you ain’t even popping
While you jocking Lex, new shit dropping
Got the jazz, John Stock
Counting cash, you got options
They on me and they wilding
You want me but you drowsy
Sleeping on me like a fool
You ain’t smooth, boy you’re rude
I gotta keep it moving
Want to make it last longer?
Take a pic
Talk your shit
Swipe off your lip kit, yeah
Standing ten toes strong
You gone have to kill me
Louis V flip-flops, feel me?
Two hoes out the top
Moonroof, Moonrocks
I be wilding, where’s my charger?
Fucked your future babyfather
Riding Raris getting to the cake like baking
I can smell a pig just how I can spot your gold plated