Top Down - Shad

Doctor told me I should rest But I ain't gon' never ever quit I like girls with pretty feet, yeah And jeans that'll never ever fit, yeah, yeah, yeah Top down (Yeah) And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch out (On the run) Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Top down (Top down) And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch out (On the run) Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Most that s- y'all talkin' bout Ain't really talkin' 'bout nothin' (No) Say you 25 when you really 32 Baby goin' in, go and stop frontin' (Woah) Bottle in the club cost a stack You ain't even got nine hundred (Oh) Ben-10 with the bustdown Different ring got my whole damn leg Got my whole damn leg I dare you, put it together On that white just like Othello I don't check emails, better be textin' CC me if you're talking reckless Pinky toe yellow, foot on the pedal My b- a speed devil That's vroom, vroom, vroom, skrrt They won't catch us never Beyoncé, my halo My angel, my devil My shooters come through with the doot, doot, doot, doot Man, I'm tellin' you I got the heart of a dragon I'm livin' like I imagined World is mine, no askin' The world is mine, I'm stabbin', stabbin' now Top down (Yeah) And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch out (On the run) Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Top down (Top down) And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch out (On the run) Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't waste time on the phone like that And I stay leavin' texts on read I had, the minute I'm home, I ran into a fling But I can't really call her my ex She said, "I see you, I know you been workin', lil' daddy You look like you gettin' to the check I know you focused on work But I can't help but notice you can't talk about nothin' else What about you? How's your mental? How do you cope with what you been through? How's your tempo? Who in your life are you really close to?" I was like, "Damn," space left blank Plenty of fish in the sea, but nobody f- with a shark in the tank Peddle my mind later, washin' the whip See my reflection, it's all in the paint Laid back top, bumping that Frank Ocean, "Crack Rock" When I pull up, ridin' with a pack rat, don't get caught Been through it all, I'm no stranger to loss R.I.P. Richard, Olivia, Charles If nothin' else, I'ma do it for y'all I don't rap, I just say what's on my heart Top down (Yeah) And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch out (On the run) Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Top down (Top down) And I'm floatin' through the city, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch out (On the run) Deputy out to get me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Said, I've been drinkin' And I've been smokin' And shawty, I'm flying' down 285, but I'm so focused Said, I've been drinkin' And I've been smokin' And baby, I'm flying' down 285, but I'm so focused

Run it Yeah You know what I'm saying? Ha Chilling with your bitch Top down hair blowing in the wind yeah Yeah, yeah. Ya know I meet this bitch yesterday she want to ride in the car She got her head out the window like a MF dog She want that Prada, want the Gucci, want the moon and the stars I told her if you want it all than suck this d*ck 'til its soft. Yeah Top Down In the city Mix the hunnids with the 50s Yeah, you ready? Ha Top down in the city Mix the hunnids with the 50s I got cars in the driveway that I don't even drive Spent a band on my glasses I ain't even blind I say whoa there Don't run up on me 3 hoes I feel like Goldie One thick, one slim, one boney New rims I feel like Jody 2 Glocks, oh that's yo homie? Pop pop that n*gga owe me Whoop whoop oh that's patroly Drive that bitch slowly Calm down calm down calm down You ain't never seen a n*gga die before? Listen listen listen Make this right, right here Imma go change be right back New drip Bitch that's that Kobe

Look. My top down, your name hot now But when I was out here, Nigga you was not 'round Was in the game, but I just watch now I did grim so my shit stock now. Suede, hit, Linen on the roof Don't be lyin' on the facts, Niggas lyin' in the booth. When we travel around the world, We flyin with a suitcase, stamped, Louis vuitton, with Cuban cigar Miami, Ocean Ave, cut the beautiful broads On the back of motorbikes, ain't no use For a car Im outta town, so the coupe is at large And this, jealous of succes, niggas usually are; but, i dont give a fuck I ain't trippin though Niggas gettin desperate, While im getting dough Oh you love that bitch? better get yo' hoe And I aint gotta tell you why, You already know Once in a life time, shit she aint never been fucked in a drop top benz Thats why when I pull up, She quick to get in, i'm a boss, young nigga get some paper and a pen Class is in session, rap till im restless Cuz constant repitition is the path to progression Class is in session, rap till im restless Cuz constant repitition is the path to progression Take that and run with it, you should get some cash Way back as young niggas, we was livin' fast. Heavy on the grind, South Central State of mind, type of nigga to buy a pound, and break it all down in dimes Baby blue regal, 1985 Gold rollie on my neck, 380 on my spine It was a lot of things that was runnin through my mind, All of which i would bring to myself, and in due time And now im watchin ring put a strain on her eye, fireworks on my sleeve, the 4th of july. Waist line Louis, stay fly truly, cant fuck with me witha rubber or a roofy Hoes try to choose me, haters try and shoot me, feds wanna book me, and these bitches wanna screw me. ex-strret nigga turned Boss, that's the routine And you would have extras if your life was a movie

Think it's 'bout that time to go Oh I just need to get away Ain't no right or wrong my darlin' Out on that open highway Been so much backwards And forwards And backwards with you You say that I say that She said it's true I don't wanna think about the things we go through I'd rather drive out and take in the view Just wanna cruise For the rest of the night Under the moon Nothin' else on my mind And I got my top down drivin' And I got my top down drivin' eh And I got my top down drivin' And I got my top down drivin' Ayyye! And I got my top down Ain't nothin' personal I ain't about to go astray Well I just need a minute darlin' I'll be back before the day Been so much backwards And forwards And backwards with you You say that I say that She said it's true I don't wanna think about the things we go through I'd rather drive out and take in the view Just wanna cruise For the rest of the night Under the moon Nothin' else on my mind And I got my top down drivin' And I got my top down drivin' And I got my top down drivin' And I got my top down drivin' Ayyye! And I got my top down Can you do me a favor Let's just talk about it later I won't get in your way, no! Cause for the rest of the day, oh! I'ma have my top down drivin' I'ma have my top down drivin' I'ma have my top down drivin' And I got my top down drivin' I'ma have my top down drivin' (drivin') (Drivin', drivin', drivin') And I got my top down drivin' (Drivin', drivin', drivin') And I got my top down drivin'