Lyrics ICED OUT DROP TOP - Valee , Cxrpse , Bruhmanegod , 83hades , Lil Darkie , EDDISON , WENDIGO

I get neck in the wind when the top is dropped
It get really windy when the top is dropped
Pull up on you like the block is hot
Had to take it easy, these flip flops just got
It get really windy when the tops is dropped, yeah
It get really windy when she get topless now
I just did some donuts in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot
Then I had to speed off, I watched the cops
Plane Jane, rollie blue, this will stick to me like glue
Bitch was actin′ funny, I got rubber bands on floatie
Bitches keep flat tummy [?] probably
Can't find nothin′ to be mad about, I left with the FN out (Yeah)
Can't find nothin' to be stressed about, new [?] when the TEC is out (I′m ′bout to gas this shit, yeah)

Came in this bitch strapped with an AK
Unemployed, but paid like Payday
See a pussy nigga, get 'em shut down, mayday
We ain′t at the range, so I'm finna spray, ayy
I hit a target and I′m 'bout to let it rip
I got unlimited rounds in this .40 clip
I pick up the shotty, I kick down the door and dip
And if he an opp, he get buried in fuckin′ bricks
Told you Spider Gang a corporation
Tell a white bitch I want my reparation
Like a terrorist, I'm in the fuckin' station
Keep three guns, nigga, fuck fadin′
If you wanna fuck it, I′ma let that shit blast
Fuck all that internet shit, I want cash
We not finna talk unless you got a rack
Put that nigga [?] flat on his back

[?] overdose
[?] by the boat load
I tried to box, but he is a no show
I kept the [?] to the speed of a slowpoke
I'm in the function, I′m fuckin' a sober ho′
Why you playin' where you ain′t supposed to go?
I'm at the show 'cause of sensory overload
Rackin′ that shit, miscontrollin′ both the codes
Fuckin' that ho′ [?] Bruce Lee
You want a problem with Spider? Come shoot me
Nine mill mansion [?] in gun town
Fuckin' an old ass bitch ′til she come 'bout
Overdramatic, your life is a movie
[?] it′s a rupee
Thinkin' you hard, but you're soft like a sunflower
Made a close cut, now I′m lookin′ like rush hour

Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
Uh, uh (Let's go)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)

I need to go buy the state (Uh)
I fuck that bitch, she a rate (I fuck that bitch)
Bitch, I jump off with no paint
I just walk in this bitch, I′m smokin' on stank (Yeah, yeah)
I got this dope in my lap
I′m fuckin' that bitch from the back
And then drop a blast
These niggas is [?]
I′m ready to go in the plaque with no mask
And these niggas so pussy, I shoot at they ass
Then a pop on a record and I motherfuckin' dab
I just wanna get high, I don't wanna rap
This choppa is bi, it shoot at your mama
And these niggas so pussy, they don′t want no problems
I just spit at these niggas with all of my mouth
I just piss on these niggas with all of my commas
I just fuck on these bitches with all of my gang
And these niggas be broke ′cause they doin' the same thing
I just walked in this bitch and I′m sparkin' on everything
I just walked in this bitch and I′m shootin' up everything
I′m smokin' this dope, it feel like I can air bend
These pussy ass niggas, some shit that I can't stand
Ooh, ooh, breakin′ that ho′ on her back, I pop up
I pull up, I make 'em bloody
I got the dope in the blunt
I got a bird, that shit the size of my buzz
And I pull on her hair like a brush
These niggas be cap, how did I already won?
I guess shootin′ this shit up just wasn't enough

When there′s danger, just bring them Glocks out
I'm finna pop now
I′m on top now
Finna bring a mop, I'm Mr. shut your block down
Not enough gun sounds right next to playgrounds
Now that I'm up, I don′t play now
Have your bitch just lay down
Her pussy hurt when I slay it
Pole in my hand, I′ma bang it
Watch what you claimin'
I′m in the field, I get dangerous
I'm in the field, bitches already know what I′m slayin'
Out the window I start sprayin′
You don't gotta talk, I already know why you hatin'
These bitches be basic, I hate it
My life contemplated
These pigs I be turnin′ to bacon
The bullets is grazin′ his top, why he had to start cavin'
I′m paintin' the picture with blood, no mosaic

Hahaha, yeah, yeah
Pussy we poppin′ out
I got a pocket rocket missile launcher pistol with the magazine poppin' out
I bought a mansion the size of my high school, nigga, and I just might buy too, uh
I′ll put a hole in your house with my Camry and turn a drive by to a drive-thru, uh
I got a drum on the gun, it go dun-dun-dun-dun and it arrive in your mind too
When I pull out the P90 'cause niggas behind me they tryna find me
They might get they iron, it [?] tryin' to light me up
Nigga, you likely to die, we up
If it′s me gettin′ some money, then sign me up
Your bitch is suckin' my dick, she gon′ dry me up

Dry- Dry me up
Dry- Dry me
If I gave you all my money, you would shit your pants