Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town

Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
(swangin on fo's)
Top drop down, top top drop down
Top top drop down when I'm
Ridin through the town
Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
(swangin-swangin on fo's)
Top drop down, top top drop down
Top top drop down when I'm
Ridin through the town

When the top starts fallin
The bitches start callin
My trunk start bangin and
The fo's start crawlin
The drank mixed up, in the cream soda bottle
Her lips, hit my dick that's why I
Smashed on the throttle
Swisha Sweet candy, Robert Davis in my cup
I'm swervin like Bootsy but I
Couldn't give a fuck (fuck)
You see this car? (You see this car?)
You see this truck? (You see this truck?)
They both for me now watch
Them girls get buck (buck)
Ain't shit friendly but we still have fun
(fun)
UGK for life, you know the Pimp and the Bun
(Bun)
The great state of Texas, candy in the Lexus
Dick for them hoes jaws
Pistols for the flexers
Somebody asked me why I'm ridin on the East
All I did was told the truth
The bullshit niggas cease (cease)
If you ain't hatin nigga why
The fuck you mad?
If your records ain't sellin, get
Your fingers out ya ass, bitch!

Well it's the king of the trill
(trill) wood wheel in my palm (palm)
Yeah I'm sittin sideways on
Suedes smokin that bomb (bomb)
The granddaddy kush mixed with a little OG
(fo' sho') that's my breakfast
Off top I gotta blow three
Not to mention codeine, liquid and the pill
(pill)
Bloats on my grill with my hand on my steel
(steel)
Just another day in the life of a King
So while the candy paint drip
And the Cadillac swing
I'mma gon' and pop the trunk
Surely but slowly
Let you see my name in lights
Just so you know me
I'm gettin more points than Kobe
For my G-ness
Regardless of who's comin after me
You gon' see list
Rims ain't big enough, paint don't glisten
And your trunk don't even rattle
From your garbage ass system (no)
Your slab ain't holdin
Ain't no use to you frontin
And I'm fin' to shut the game
Down when I push the button and the

Swangin on fo's nigga, uhh
Back on the slab for the first time
I'm full of that purp' nine
Boys mad at me cause I
Know what I'm worth now
Droppin them tops down
Beatin the blocks down
Leavin 'em with they mouth wide
Stuck at the stop sign
Blow-Pop candy paint glistenin off
My panky rang listenin to some old
School Underground Kiiiiingz
So you know I'm sittin on swaaaaang
Cory Mo about to do the damn thaaaaang
In the butter guts with the
Diamond in the back king Kongs in the trunk
Hit the switch and watch it crack
I'mma let my paper stack and
Quote nothin but facts
So don't "ax" me nothin partner
'less you droppin some cash (cash)
Now she hoppin it fast
(fast) that's just how I like it (like it)
Turn around and show me somethin
Girl I'm gettin excited (oooh)
Ain't nobody trippin cause the
Money already made
I done said it befo', so I'mma say it again
And let my top drop dowwwwwn

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Chad L Butler, Cory Moore