Fat Pat - Tops Drop lyrics

[Fat Pat]

Welcome to the land, where it just don't stop

Trunks pop tops drop, and the front end hop

Paint flop screens on, acting bad in the song

Yeah it's on riding chrome, balling at my home

Texas plates don't hate, showing up in the state

Can't wait get it straight, while the front end break

Paid the cost to be the boss, looking good when I floss

Sunshine let it down, turn it up and clown

Fool around hit your block, trunk going on knock

Let it up let it pop, light up the whole block

Southside how we hold, on a gangsta stroll

Music hitting so hard, knocking off side mold

Hit the highway hooting, dro go on let it roll

Po' up the drank fire it up, make sho' the windows closed

On chrome high side, throwing up the Southside

Giving... dap coming down, wrecking the slab

[Hook x2]

Trunks keep popping

Tops keep dropping down here, yeah

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop

[Fat Pat]

Now what's up H-Town, cause we know that they feel us

Three wheeler 4 peeler, acting bad for scrilla

Swisha burna bouncing turner, sitting low on 4's

I'm pulling through the lot, slamming do's on buttons

And I'ma slide slide, slippidy slide

Pop trunk let it down, show up in my ride

Roll out the red carpet, never buy it from punks

Valet piece and chain, starched and my chain

Hit the club showing love, tip the dancer a dub

Got killa in the club, for after the club

One more time for they mind, I'ma gon put it down

It's that boy Fat Pat, yeah I got's to clown

I just wanna drop it, aaaa-aall night long

Yeah, yeeeeah, I just wanna drop it

All night long yeah, drop it, drop it, drop it

[Hook x2]

[Fat Pat]

And you laced on the game, that cost a fee

Bouncing on the track, with P-A-T

Now they see how it be, I'm just a G

Cocked up on three, blowing on a whole tree

See me in the drop, crawling down on boys

Right behind him is the Lincoln, my favorite toy

Candy red with the screens, and I'm riding on cream

Mean mugs triple beams, make reality a dream

Sipping lean sticky green, make em cloud the whole scene

Europeans what the deal, making all haters chill

While I show my naked skills, gripping wood grain grills

Running lights shining bright, floating smooth as a kite

Trunk cracked Fat Pat, breaking all haters hats

Where they at where they at, 'fore I pull out my gat

Looking good it's understood, flossing for my hood

Taking pride in my ride, like every playa should

[Hook x4]

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop [x3]