Текст песни TOP DOWN (feat. Shift from tha 902 & Talon the Rez Kid Wonder) - Shift from tha 902 , Ethan Peters Beats

I want a foreign car with the top down, no cap
No cap, no cap
Swear these pretty little bad biddies got no class
Man they got no class
They gon' pull up to the clubs but they got no cash
Man they got no cash
Imma tell that bad bitch throw it back
And she a savage, she gon' make it clap
I want a foreign car with the top down, no cap
No cap, no cap
Swear these pretty little bad biddies got no class
Man they got no class
They gon' pull up to the clubs but they got no cash
Man they got no cash
Imma tell that bad bitch throw it back
And she a savage she gon' make it clap, yeah
She gon' make it clap

New fitted with the tags on it
Bout to hit the plug for a damn bottle
Bitches want work but they don't got it
Put them on notice yeah I'm damn doubting
Came from a place yeah it's dark, cloudy
Y'all be clout chasing I be out wilding
Paper coming in got the money counter
Lookin for a M yeah I'm gonna find it
I don't need opinions from these broke bitches
Switching up the lane, yo I'm never missing
Got my shit always tight, always come different
She rolled that shit nice, yo that smoke hittin'
So crazy, so brazy
Tell that bitch throw it back, make babies
I been doing my thing, going crazy
She be on me, calling me baby

I want a foreign car with the top down, no cap
No cap, no cap
Swear these pretty little bad biddies got no class
Man they got no class
They gon' pull up to the clubs but they got no cash
Man they got no cash
Imma tell that bad bitch throw it back
And she a savage, she gon' make it clap
I want a foreign car with the top down, no cap
No cap, no cap
Swear these pretty little bad biddies got no class
Man they got no class
They gon' pull up to the clubs but they got no cash
Man they got no cash
Imma tell that bad bitch throw it back
And she a savage she gon' make it clap, yeah
She gon' make it clap

Make it clap like
"Order up!"
I don't even give a fuck
I don't eat pussy with hors d'oeuvres
What the fuck y'all doing? Y'all nerds
Turn her guts into soufflé
I don't give a fuck if she wearing a toupee
I don't give a fuck if she do play
I been running up my racks call me Usain
You sane?
Real hustler in my DNA
Total nonstop TNA
Leak my tape and got a VMA
Give a fuck what you was gonna say
Beat him till he ugly like yo daddy
I don't give a fuck if that's zaddy
I don't give a fuck if that baddie
I don't give a fuck if she mad at me
I just want that bitch on me

They don't wanna see me make it
They don't want to see it
We too real and y'all fucking fake
And you keep increasing
And expanding, demanding that y'all deserving treatment
I'd rather be learning lessons
Than learn from demons
Yeah
And that be facts too
I said
My bars gon' stay in your mind just like a bad mood
Permanent just like a tattoo
I be different with my bars
Make you stand still like a statue
You gotta face your fears too
You'll feel untouchable and most of these bad asses gon' fear you
You just gotta let them hear you
You got a voice and a choice that you have to make
And it scares you
It's okay to be scared
Just take your time wit' it
No one was really there
That's why I rhyme wit' it
I had to learn to read in between the lines wit' em
Once I get my spotlight I know that I'm gon' shine in it

I want a foreign car with the top down, no cap
No cap, no cap
Swear these pretty little bad biddies got no class
Man they got no class
They gon' pull up to the clubs but they got no cash
Man they got no cash
Imma tell that bad bitch throw it back
And she a savage she gon' make it clap, yeah
She gon' make it clap