Top Down

This how a young nigga put it down Dinner with dimes from Tinder tell her him from Bogey Down We eating breakfast for lunch Mind full of stuff Like this one girl who paranoid she pregnant but she wasn't I was tryna be nice with you niggas Thanos I could change ya whole reality with one snap of a finger Last day at work my coworkers gave me love Driving home was hard I got emotional as f*ck Thinking bout the times I'm writing rhymes got wroten up Man I could've stopped a lot if I had just had spoken up Example... This bitch gone choose somebody else Right when I called and explained I need somebody help That broke my heart cuz I was thinking she would prolly help But I'm the side she getting fucked by somebody else Let me explain... See I forgot we met at You mad that I forget that But as the story goes we was in class I was kind enough to give a smile be a friend Whenever I would see you after that we'd reconnect You found it so refreshing I was real and genuine Confessed that when I hugged you in the lab it made you wet Backtrack.. Cuz that was after we had some sex At this point I should point out lil shawty had a man But see we wasn't tripping cuz we wasn't intimate I really liked your smile and we studied that was it A woman I could talk to bout the world and how I live Accepted me through all of it no matter How I'd get Ride slow, bump the bass with the top down Sunglasses make em think I'm at the top now Plan to make money, make money like the Rothchilds I kick my stories, kids and adults get they bop down Bring the grills, bring the fam, bring the Block out Roll the dice, smoke a swisher with ya niggas uh Chill and smoke a swisher witcha niggas, uh Hands up to the ceiling if you feel this As we talk and we studying We stop and flirt from time to time, buddy buddying Cannot help but think in bed damn how fun she is? Is a she a freak, is she a dime I could get funky with? Control my mind and try to act cool You say ya man'll be back soon I don't want no problems if I step you might retract too I touch ya hand just to see how you react to it You smile at me where's you crib wanna get back to it Get back to studying cuz I never been a bad student But it's hard to focus, hit my house gotta get back to it I say goodbye you squeeze me tight I give that back to you Then... Comes that one day I was tired after work Hit her like can I come over she said sure Knock up on the door and what she wearing is berserk White T shirt, and the shorts could show the work I sit on the couch say I'm tired that's my mood You said that you too is real tired I'm confused Should I take a nap or should I make a move I chose to meet our lips and the rest you can conclude Ride slow, bump the bass with the top down Sunglasses make em think I'm at the top now Plan to make money, make money like the Rothchilds I kick my stories, kids and adults get they bop down Bring the grills, bring the fam, bring the Block out Roll the dice, smoke a swisher with ya niggas uh Chill and smoke a swisher witcha niggas, uh Hands up to the ceiling if you feel this