kyle Mickel - Drop Top Lyrics

Drop top on the roof, hot box, cook rocks eat a cookie for the flight, non-stop
To that, to that boy on lock, go the spot Don't blow it, you gon' get caught blocked
Cock blocked

These lil' bitches' actin' soft, got me circled
By the ops I ain't know these lil' f*ckers bound to
Blow up on the spot Switch up, catch me in a lock, in a scope
With a dot red circle on my chest, blow me, blow me
Blow me, blow me, suck my cock

This that unhinged version of rap
The kind I hate on everybody, no filter, just facts

A fatty bitch, I take it, yeah she can go sit on my lap
Before I let a sneaky bitch start sneaking and that's

A f*cking fact, it ain't even a shot

Driving down the road, got me thinking a lot

My last bitch was my rock, that verse wasn't for ya

F*ck, I need to stop, shit, there's traffic, man, f*ck

Run the light, run the light, aye, run the light
Run or fight, fight or flight, aye, fight or flight
You a sight, keep it tight, she'll f*ck your life
She my type, keep me right, always keep me right

Really catching heat from all these bitches for the streets
Nasty lil' f*ckers always riding on my sheets Looking down and passing me like I'm just really
Obsolete I'm on scene with a body that I left back
In my teens

He's so annoying, oh my god,

That was really interesting

Take a breath, pop a pill, calm it down or f*cking leave, I'm getting sick of all these f*ckers acting
Like they f*cking kings Acing tests from every angle really builds my self-esteem

I'm on three

Bottles emptier than me Jacking up my thoughts, why the f*ck you gotta leave
Never lose your pride, girl, cause you a f*cking queen
Now I gotta play these cards they offered up to me Like I'm

Bigger than Shaq, raking in racks, counting up hundreds
You know it's a lie, my city's Wack, I'm not going back
It's crowded with bitches who act and they hide, I'm not joking this shits like an epidemic

Ahh shit

Keep your space from all them bitches, they all rabid

Ahh shit

On some real shit, f*ck your mama and your daddy
And your rabbit and your papi and your sister
She a baddie, she gon' have to send that addy
F*ck your goldfish and that bitch whose name is Maddy She a two, but acting like she run the Valley,

Ahh shit

I know some people who gon' lie and say that my shit's ass
But deep inside they think it's fire, they relate to half
The shit I'm saying opens wounds that they forgot they had, But instead of being honest, they went down a path

Of trying hide and play it cool

Yo we gotta keep it cool

This shit's real, it ain't a muse

This shits really comical

Cause if I tell them hoes my views, they gon' hate me, think I lose
They gon' think my screws are loose, I can't show I feel him too

I got some things stuck on my chest that now I'm letting go
Like when that group of homies switched up and they hit the road

Some stupid f*cks to think that they were never in the wrong
A state of panic set, and one thought he could take a shot
The other thought that he was right by staying in the plot
I did some wrong and said some shit, but in a state of shock

Don't make it right, but they all ran and left me in a spot
Where I was fighting every demon, trying to get to God
And they all called themselves my homies, what the f*ck was that
Don't ever call me your brother if you're a f*cking rat

I'm really sorry I wasn't the friend you thought you had
But to think your shot was hitting was a funny gag

Yo, I'm in love, I'm in love

Oh my f*cking God, I really think that I'm in love

This lil pussy really thought that he was boutta to f*ck
Slide up on my bitch, then turn around and try and run

I'm a living bomb, Saudi Taliban
Blow up on your fam, then I run
Grab a f*cking band, I know if I blow, they gon' come
F*ck um all, they hoes, they know why I hate um
Now it's done, he gon' think it's war
Way I'm shooting my shots with a gun

Chill out now yo, my bad bro
I ain't mean I'd f*cking kill him, it ain't like that though
We don't shoot no f*cking guns, go and hit no f*cking bums
Slit their throat and take their lungs out of rage We having fun like,

If the story was different, I might go crazy,
But it's too bad that he thought he had a chance
With the lady, I'm dunking on hoes like crazy
Like Anthony did to KD, I'm sicker than Gwen Stefani It's funny these bitches eye me
And laugh at the shit I'm rhyming like

Hahahaha

Did you think that shit was funny
Did you think it wasn't tight
Did you share it with your friends and laugh about it through the night
Like,

I mean, f*ck, you bitches are really grown, huh?

Drop top on the roof, hot box, cook rocks
Eat a cookie for the flight, nonstop to that, To that boy on lock, go the spot
Don't listen to them bitches, make a hit, make it drop

These little bitches run around talking shit that never stops
And these homies acting like they never wrong in a spot where
They leave a motherf*cker laying dead on the spot
Drop the top, smoke a lot, roll another f*ck a thot, aye

I said you need to stop