Lyrics Warhol.SS – Top Off

Warhol.SS (Ugly God):
(Ya dig)
Yeah
(Ayy, ooh)

Ugly God:
And I’m ridin’ with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your mans ‘fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don’t get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon’ get dropped off

Warhol.SS:
On my third iPhone, I’m private when I fly home
My bitches color limón, they copy what I been on

Ugly God:
I do this shit on my own, this a no-fly zone
With your bitch spot on, I fucked her, then I got on

Warhol.SS:
Swervin’ out the G-oline, I’m high as fuck (Skrrt)
If you ain’t swervin’ 41, then you ain’t high enough (Yeah, yeah)

Ugly God:
Ayy, if that bitch a nine, she ain’t fine enough (Nope)
All it take is one call, then they fire it up (Bah)

Warhol.SS:
He was reachin’ for a weapon, but I know he bluffin’ hard
I’ma treat ya like a holder, nigga, I’ma pull your card

Ugly God:
And I’m smokin’ on the gas, so you know I’m puffin’ hard
Bitch, you ain’t what you rappin’, boy, I know you buckin’ hard (Bitch)

Warhol.SS:
Ridin’ with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your mans ‘fore I pop off

Warhol.SS:
Smokin’ OG, smellin’ like I’m fartin’ (Phew, phew)
I’m gon’ pop out with the gang, they act retarded (Gang, gang)

Ugly God:
And if I die, don’t be sad, throw a party (Don’t be sad)
‘Cause my kids, they gon’ finish what I started (What I started)

Warhol.SS:
Uh, keep me out the loop, no more internet (Not all)
You wan’ book me for a show? I’m chargin’ 10 for that (Chargin’ 10)

Ugly God:
Yeah, all that back and forth, we ain’t into that (Both)
Yeah, if you want some smoke, then we sendin’ that (Ooh)

Warhol.SS:
We got 50’s in them Tommy’s, I’m Bin Laden (Yeah, yeah)
Bend the corner, hit the block, we finna trap ’em (Grra)

Ugly God:
Yeah, if he don’t give it up, then we wack him (Bah)
I know a couple niggas do it for a passion (For a passion)

Warhol.SS:
We gon’ shake it up (Yeah)
You get added to the beef, you tryna break it up (Bitch)

Ugly God:
I throw bands on your bitch and watch her rake it up (Watch her rake it up)
And I need my beauty sleep, I ain’t wakin’ up (Nah, I ain’t wakin’ up)

Warhol.SS (Ugly God):
(Yeah, I’m ridin’ with the top off), your bitch got her top off
(Boy, you better come and get your mans ‘fore I pop off)
30 clip in my Louis pants, don’t get knocked off
(I got drip like hot sauce), your bitch gon’ get dropped off