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letra de drop my top - yung mal & lil quill

[chorus: yung mal & lil quill]
drop my top, i don’t gotta pay for no parking spot
i’m so hot, i got to be a flaming hot
lil b-tch a thot, tryna find out how much cash i got
lil b-tch watch out
got cash at the spot, i can never run out
i spent a lot on this watch
vvs stones, know these are lights out
they diamonds, they cry
i’m straight out the trap so why should i nap
i put the backwood to the fire
i light up this cookie, now we can get high
i’m doing two hundred, i’m burning my tire
this foreign go fast, you barely gettin’ by

[verse 1: yung mal]
i drop my top, when i stop they watch
they say that’s bro who serves straight out the pot
he used to be broke, now he got a lot
turn up at the shows, the fans they rock
word around town that boy finna pop
and that boy still get the dope out the drop
pull up to the spot
just call ‘fore you come, you ain’t even gotta knock
pull up with a thot
finna pick up her friend, i’ma switch those hoes out
we get back to the spot
i ain’t even got to talk to them, panties gon’ drop
and i’m still on the block
screaming f-ck the police ’til they let my dog out
middle of winter, i drop my top
gudda tay on this beat, so you know this beat rock
i gotta burn out, every time i leave that parking lot
young n-gga so hot, i ain’t even gotta pay for no parking spot
had to recount my knot
’cause it ain’t no tellin’ how much cash i got
i got blue hundreds, big face fifties, and twenties
it ain’t no running out

[verse 2: lil quill]
you barely gettin’ by, don’t know why you cappin’ and flexin’ stressin’, lil b-tch i’m straight on your steppin’
with this glock and this wesson, i’m going straight up to the top, lil b-tch i’m dexter
if i catch me a felon i’m bailing straight out ’til them charges get dropped, no i’m not tellin’
if you hit up my celly, you want me to mail it, wrap this sh-t up, then i’ma sell it
heard the b-tch wanna screw me, i’m bookin’ a telly
i call a b-tch up, i’m finna nail it
’bout to go to the safe and count up me some racks
now i get to spinning like i’m a propeller
then i get to throwing like it’s a confetti
i go to the shop and i cop me a rollie
my pockets fat and they poking, swollen
d-mn, young n-gga blow up, exploding, you know that
smoking that cookie and pressure, i grow that
just made a whole ten, godd-mnit i blew that
who that? that the young n-gga who got them bags in from texas
remember he flew that
popped me an x and i’m zooted
still with them same n-ggas, no we’re not recruiting
lil b-tch i’m up and you knew that
persian my floor mat
droppin’ the top and i’m doin’ a donut

- yung mal lil quill

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