Top Down (Ft. Casey Veggies & Skeme)

[Verse 1: Mibbs]Shout out to my thick girls, thick girlsYou tha shit girl, shit girlWith them hips girl, hips girlGot a mixed girl with curlsGot me a rich girl with pearlsNeither one is cooking better than my big girl, big girlCome get this dick girl, dick girlBetter come quick girl, quick girlI like girls who come with girls and I like girls who fuck with girlsIt's too easy, I'm too steezyDrinking Fiji, watching TVI been nice since BeBe CeCe WinansGirls pee pee when we be rhymingYou see me I'm rocking diamondsGrit my teeth, yea I be grindingP-A-C see we be shining2-seater bitch, we recliningTop down, armor all'd upGot that brown up in my cupGot that bomb fired up[Verse 2: Skeme]Drop that Breitling for the HublotBoy I got nothing but timeAnd I tell her mom to keep her catTill I show my dick what's on her mindLemme get that head! Lemme get that head!Girl I need that headScreaming Inglewood foreverI sip that purple and bleed that redNiggas know wassup, these girls wanna fuck with meI'm on that same shitCrooked or call me Mr. Never-Seen-With-The-Same-BitchSwear I had on Polo out in Soho smoking skunkAnd I had 4 hoes in that 4-door with my.44 in the trunkUnderground niggas, independent getting checks thoBoy I spit that sick shit, flow like I got strep throatDuke and Pac Divvy, we get busy, get the bidnessBaby girl you in the presence of the king: bear witness[Hook:]Top down, yeah I'm the manI'm from LA, I got that juice and I got a planGirls just hop in I drop the roofWe can get a tanSo when you see me, I'll be speeding like a DemonWith my head out the window screaming: Top Down![Verse 3: Be Young]I got a hundred dollars on meFinna head straight to the storeSmoking on that headband, it goes straight to your skullLincoln Continental flow, player player [?]These niggas finna hate, and that list is gonna be longJust been in my chromosome[?], Home AloneCorvette's your rolling stoneZip boy fresh they know they wrongAnd I got guess in my cologneShe be guessing wrongWhen niggas cut you short, make sure your checks is longIt's that upper eschelonRambo with ammo. Fat boy shitHad them niggas rocking camoCold-blooded mammal but the bitches keep me warmThey only doing shit that they seen in a song[Hook][Verse 4: Casey Veggies]I don't got nothing to proveBeen stack bucks since I left schoolThese hoes say I think I'm to coolBut I guess some girls get fooledCause this young nigga that doRiding around with my crewWanna way to pay for more dudesThat's my day to day, [?][?]My swag sayin' I'm bestThe streets sayin' I'm nextExcuse me if I flexI just do my thing in my own zoneAlways wait for the right timeMy main chick got a real niggaShe know I got guidelinesHomeboy I'm on tourIn a hotel, tryin' to make moreDo 60 shows, nigga that's the goalIf you can't tell we livin' wellYou should put your hand up for mePants 340You should do it too girl, ya man suck don't he[?], throw the alley oopMight throw it backThen I probably[Hook]