Tymonie - Top Drop (feat. L.A.N.C.E.)

Top Drop
Top Drop
Top Drop
(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)
(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)
(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)
(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)

Pussy ass niggas
Thought I couldn't rap
But watch how i get it right back
You know what it is
You know where it's at
You listening I know this shit Slap
Got a droptop
You know it's foreign
The shit that I ride in is never Boring
I be sleep on you niggas
You know i be snoring
Soldout many shows
I really be touring
Chase the bag
I really can't stop
Keep on climbing all the way to The top
No i don't love you
Baby girl you a thot
Just get on ya knees
And give me that top
Not sentimental
Get straight to the point
Rocking and rolling just like a lil Joint
Call up the homies
We smoking big doinks
Ya girl got that ass
That shit go like boing
I catch that and catch a flight
Hop on a boeing
Shit never slowing
Niggas are grass
You know I be mowing
Call me big rain
I steady be pouring
Was born in the summer
So you know im hot
Heart from Arctic
Cuz my be shit snowing
My Brain came from Kylie
Cause it's always storming
My lips from the river cuz
They steady be flowing
Westbank you can catch me
Or in Miami on a Jetski
Haters always tryna test me
Your chick all up on me
Tryna caress me
Top Drop it's a theme song
Hear this have your mind blown
Tymonie you know that we ran This
Pass it to you gotta take a shit Ooh

You think you hot
Like a hot box
'Til I come make ya top drop unh
Ya Breath smell bad cuz I'm hot
And my name in ya mouth
Ya lips poppin like pop rocks You can't see the bigger picture I'll
Put you six feet under
Go to talk to Bob Ross
Painted so vividly
Sold for a Mil a piece
Over in Sicily, Italy
(Top Drop Top drop ooh yeah)
Top Drop
(Top Drop Top drop ooh yeah)
Top Drop
You can't see the bigger picture I'll put you six feet under
Go to talk to Bob Ross
Painted so vividly
Sold for a Mil a piece
Over in Sicily, Italy

I am a monster
I'd scare the soul out a wildebeest
I don't Care if you feelin' me Either way
You will be fully engulfed by this Energy
I don't have enemies
I just have people who envy me
You can't handle this pressure
You on ya last knee
Just like you tryna Marry Kate And Ashley
Imma make banks bounce like I'm Martin
Then might go buy me an Ashton
Or maybe a space coupe
Like a Martian
Worry bout meteorites
When it come to me crashin'
But I got stellar control I'm the Captain
I'll fly that thang right through Saturn
See through the patterns
I am the chief like a master
Y'all reach like mister fantastic Top Drop is a theme song
That's why I had to put the team On
We tight and ya'll oppers loose Like someone made a t-shirt
And knitted the seams wrong Put it on and it tear something Seems wrong y'all taking
Shots at me but all my shooters Gon' send em right
Back like we playing team ping Pong
Aim for the head make it ring
Like ring ding dong
Don't get caught
Slipping 'cuz you saw somebody Call ya lady phone
And my shit was her ring tone Don't get caught
Slipping cuz you in the past like When kids would put
Vs for they As leave me V-Lone Unh
Ain't that much left I can speak
On
You ride my wave like a Nissan You opps are peons
Y'all news is old but still wanna
Be
Extra add some more bodies Right to my collection

You think you hot
Like a hot box
'Til I come make ya top drop unh
Ya Breath smell bad cuz I'm hot
And my name in ya mouth
Ya lips poppin like pop rocks You can't see the bigger picture I'll
Put you six feet under
Go to talk to Bob Ross
Painted so vividly
Sold for a Mil a piece
Over in Sicily, Italy
(Top Drop Top drop ooh yeah)
Top Drop
(Top Drop Top drop ooh yeah)
Top Drop
You can't see the bigger picture I'll put you six feet under
Go to talk to Bob Ross
Painted so vividly
Sold for a Mil a piece
Over in Sicily, Italy

Written by:
Lance Thornton, Tyler Johnson

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