Jeff Taylor - Drop Top Lyrics

Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top's like Maybach's
My life good, my bitch bad
Yo bitch trash, yo bitch ass
Yo bitch washed that's maytag
My watch spent 8 rack's, rocky that's ASAP
Problem's then say that, my head tied like Arab's
Young Abu Dhabi, you could get bodied my niggas is ready to roll
This shit ain't a hobby, bitch do you copy, put in the work for my bro's
10k deposit, if you ain't got it, bitch I ain't doing yo' show
You cuff her, you cuff her, but when we be fucking I swear it's like she on parole
Thought I was in love, I was just dumb, I was just stuck in a phase
Thought she was the one, she really wasn't, she was just stuck in her ways
Now I leveled up, I leveled up bitch I ain't playing no games
You really was something you ain't, you really was something you ain't
Focused in I'm getting cash now, credit cards getting maxed out
Verses charged with tax now, bitches blowing they backs out
I don't even relax now, stand up niggas done sat down
Yeah I'm coming for that crown, yeah I'm coming for that crown with
Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
Drop top the Scene
You cuff her, you cuff her, but when we be fucking I swear it's like she on parole
Drop top the Scene
You cuff her, you cuff her, but when we be fucking I swear it's like she on parole
Yeah, lil fuck niggas I don't pay em no mind
Broke boy shit, when they pay it decline
I been cooking up, this ain't even the prime
If you ask what's the time Imma say that it's mine
Laughing at these niggas that be so tough
Claim they hunned proof but mimosa
I don't do the trolling nah no sir
My niggas come knocking on ya door like Jehovah
Henny in the system and I'm sippin' again
Watch face bright got it drippin' again
My whole team lit yeah we litty again
You a Mr. me too, Russell Simmons again
Southside's summer time block hot
Southside summer time cop shot
Imma praise God with my ceiling as the sky
Hope I don't get popped in my drop top

Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top's like Maybach's
My life good, my bitch bad
Yo bitch trash, yo bitch ass
Yo bitch washed that's maytag
My watch spent 8 rack's, rocky that's ASAP
Problem's then say that, my head tied like Arab's
Young Abu Dhabi, you could get bodied my niggas is ready to roll
This shit ain't a hobby, bitch do you copy, put in the work for my bro's
10k deposit, if you ain't got it, bitch I ain't doing yo' show
You cuff her, you cuff her, but when we be fucking I swear it's like she on parole
Thought I was in love, I was just dumb, I was just stuck in a phase
Thought she was the one, she really wasn't, she was just stuck in her ways
Now I leveled up, I leveled up bitch I ain't playing no games
You really was something you ain't, you really was something you ain't
Focused in I'm getting cash now, credit cards getting maxed out
Verses charged with tax now, bitches blowing they backs out
I don't even relax now, stand up niggas done sat down
Yeah I'm coming for that crown, yeah I'm coming for that crown with
Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
I'm talking Drop top the scene
Prometh, codeine
Jackets all jean
Pockets on green
Drop top the Scene
You cuff her, you cuff her, but when we be fucking I swear it's like she on parole
Drop top the Scene
You cuff her, you cuff her, but when we be fucking I swear it's like she on parole
Yeah, lil fuck niggas I don't pay em no mind
Broke boy shit, when they pay it decline
I been cooking up, this ain't even the prime
If you ask what's the time Imma say that it's mine
Laughing at these niggas that be so tough
Claim they hunned proof but mimosa
I don't do the trolling nah no sir
My niggas come knocking on ya door like Jehovah
Henny in the system and I'm sippin' again
Watch face bright got it drippin' again
My whole team lit yeah we litty again
You a Mr. me too, Russell Simmons again
Southside's summer time block hot
Southside summer time cop shot
Imma praise God with my ceiling as the sky
Hope I don't get popped in my drop top