top down lyrics – pac div

“top down”
(feat. casey veggies & skeme)

[verse 1: mibbs]
shout out to my thick girls, thick girls
you tha sh*t girl, sh*t girl
with them hips girl, hips girl
got a mixed girl with curls
got me a rich girl with pearls
neither one is cooking better than my big girl, big girl
come get this d*ck girl, d*ck girl
better come quick girl, quick girl
i like girls who come with girls and i like girls who f*ck with girls
it’s too easy, i’m too st**zy
drinking fiji, watching tv
i been nice since bebe cece winans
girls pee pee when we be rhyming
you see me i’m rocking diamonds
grit my teeth, yea i be grinding
p-a-c see we be shining
2-seater b*tch, we reclining
top down, armor all’d up
got that brown up in my cup
got that bomb fired up

[verse 2: skeme]
drop that breitling for the hublot
boy i got nothing but time
and i tell her mom to keep her cat
till i show my d*ck what’s on her mind
lemme get that head! lemme get that head!
girl i need that head
screaming inglewood forever
i sip that purple and bleed that red
n*gg*s know w*ssup, these girls wanna f*ck with me
i’m on that same sh*t
crooked or call me mr. never-seen-with-the-same-b*tch
swear i had on polo out in soho smoking skunk
and i had 4 hoes in that 4-door with my.44 in the trunk
underground n*gg*s, independent getting checks tho
boy i spit that sick sh*t, flow like i got strep throat
duke and pac divvy, we get busy, get the bidness
baby girl you in the presence of the king: bear witness

[hook:]
top down, yeah i’m the man
i’m from la, i got that juice and i got a plan
girls just hop in i drop the roof
we can get a tan
so when you see me, i’ll be speeding like a demon
with my head out the window screaming: top down!

[verse 3: be young]
i got a hundred dollars on me
finna head straight to the store
smoking on that headband, it goes straight to your skull
lincoln continental flow, player player [?]
these n*gg*s finna hate, and that list is gonna be long
just been in my chromosome
[?], home alone
corvette’s your rolling stone
zip boy fresh they know they wrong
and i got guess in my cologne
she be guessing wrong
when n*gg*s cut you short, make sure your checks is long
it’s that upper eschelon
rambo with ammo. fat boy sh*t
had them n*gg*s rocking camo
cold-blooded mammal but the b*tches keep me warm
they only doing sh*t that they seen in a song

[hook]

[verse 4: casey veggies]
i don’t got nothing to prove
been stack bucks since i left school
these hoes say i think i’m to cool
but i guess some girls get fooled
cause this young n*gg* that do
riding around with my crew
wanna way to pay for more dudes
that’s my day to day, [?]
[?]
my swag sayin’ i’m best
the streets sayin’ i’m next
excuse me if i flex
i just do my thing in my own zone
always wait for the right time
my main chick got a real n*gg*
she know i got guidelines
homeboy i’m on tour
in a hotel, tryin’ to make more
do 60 shows, n*gg* that’s the goal
if you can’t tell we livin’ well
you should put your hand up for me
pants 340
you should do it too girl, ya man suck don’t he
[?], throw the alley oop
might throw it back
then i probably

[hook]

/ pac div lyrics