Droptop In The Winter Time

Hop in that bihh & watch me go zoom They look at me I'm highest in the room They look at me to troubleshoot I'm really trouble sitting in a booth These silly ass niggas don't want the truth Game winner like I'm Paul Pierce Pull me up on ya souvenir & follow me on the Instagram iAmDeezy underscore thirty one, find me where I am I teach my niggas not to give a damn Damn the consequences that's the real scam I can't say they don't give a damn But when needed most, niggas really scram I whip em up like a plate of yams Damn lil baby got them stupid yams If Niggas don't know really who I am? Follow the lead, like Simon says All I know is the struggle my mother led Following lead to ya death bed Got hit in the mouth, all I saw was red Got niggas that hit like the point spread We could do better if we joint heads Niggas be so independent led Imagine standing on yo one leg That's some real shit niggas go thru In my heart of all hearts, gotta push thru Niggas feel they baddest when they push you Feel the ultra instinct like I'm Goku Drop top in the winter time Just tryna eat like it's dinner time I paid a lil more so my rims can shine She come from the islands she dirty wine I paid the bih ticket because she fine Sippin on mud I miss actavis I made a killin off trappin shit Had to switch plates so I washed the dish I left a lil bass got a bigger fish I cashed out on diamonds for both my wrists ain't give me no treat just tricked a bih I just bought a new gun make my shoulder dip Got shootas and hittas outside ya crib I pull up in Foreigns you hear it shift A foreign bih with me don't talk for shit I keep to myself I stay out the mix Just tryna leave sumn for both my kids My neck full of VV's ain't nun lab I think bout my past and it make me laugh I'm goin for gold I just can't be last Ain't focused on clout I'm just chasin cash 4 zips inside of my Fanta Type of shit we just do in Atlanta 3 hoes with me I'm ridin like Santa Drop the top and play this like a anthem Turn me up I'm just tryna go get it I smoke gas I can't smoke on no midget Makin drops while I move they the city Bossed my life up some people won't get it Took a loss know they thought it was tragic I bounced back and they thought it was magic Shit authentic ain't nobody actin Cut the wicks I rock hats I'm not cappin Keep it on me no lackin that's ever No I can't chase a bitch I won't sweat her It's too cold in these streets need a sweater Seen the check and that pussy got wetter I drink remy she sip on Moët F*ck the talk I be upping that tech Count up all night I just hit a lick Got a beam on my Glock with a switch