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Max B

Drop That Top

 

Drop That Top

(album: Public Domain 2: Rise Of The Silver Surfer - 2007)


I got them like Biggaveli you that nigga you had in the hood
You the type of nigga cock it and pop in the hood
Yeah and I'm ready to ride
Fitted hat to the back middle finger in the sky
You don't want it with the kid
I'm in the best shape and you motherfuckers couldn't picture my tummy getting big
Got money in the crib got money on the seat
First 30 days in the can was ugly for the kid
I had to bruise up a little nigga in the big yard
Started at the bottom at the move up
Now I'm in the crew plush
V10 with the roof up
Sizzurp in the hand got me juiced up
Like the AK losing them up he didn't want to ride
Paramedic scooping them up he didn't want to die
I don't lie nigga I'm real try to come at me hard
You going to witness more still than the penitentiary job

You better drop that top when is 90° and you on South Beach riding the breeze you better drop that top if you riding with keys you better slow it down riding with ease drop the top if you riding the five and your bitches on the passenger side you better drop that top when it's 90° and you on South Ave riding the breeze

No tats on the belly or the chest
'M back boss Don Biggaveili in the flesh me and blaze in front of the telly the Lex
Yeah we get it popping my nigga we getting plenty
Hit you with the semi
I got the hood in the frenzy
Till the police come and get me
Make you lazy from the piffy bitches try to trick me
I'm like slow down bitches you ain't getting none of the sticky they thinking the boy cheap
Word on the street is they think that the boy heat
How he in position to take off on the mission
And he fresh from the prison
Half the chain gleam gold and the rest got the glisten
It's like I just left out the kitchen
Mixing up the stuff spent the summer in Miami where the bitches love to fuck
The hood love me they give it up
I do it for the kids
I'm a ex-con but they look up to me like I'm Big

You better drop that top when is 90° and you on South Beach riding the breeze you better drop that top if you riding with keys you better slow it down riding with ease drop the top if you riding the five and your bitches on the passenger side you better drop that top when it's 90° and you on South Ave riding the breeze

They say I remind them of Pac in this prime
Pop a nigga dead at the drop of a dime
Top down in the drop with the nine
Knowing if I get caught they going to have me sitting in court copping out to a dime
I don't need that chewing past food going to steam
That damn bigger valley used to shit you was hot in the green Ac
Max say he going to do something he really mean that
40 cal hitting your gut pushing your spleen back
Told you motherfuckers I was the one
Told you mother fuckers I was a Don
You could catch me in the drop and I always got the gun

You better drop that top when is 90° and you on South Beach riding the breeze you better drop that top if you riding with keys you better slow it down riding with ease drop the top if you riding the five and your bitches on the passenger side you better drop that top when it's 90° and you on South Ave riding the breeze

done

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