Letras de Top Back

Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back
Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that?
If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back
In the club or the trap, it′s a fact, what you say about that?
Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back
Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that?
If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back
In the club or the trap, it's a fact, what you say about that?

Popped so many bottles, I should be a bartender

So much cash on me that I should be a money lender
Move so many pounds they think that I′m a body builder
What I spent last night I coulda bought an Audi, nigga

Bet a hundred chickens I don't get no recognition
But fuck some recognition, I just want them hundred chickens
Scrap the top off my new coupe like I'm an Indian
My only wish is that them bricks go back to ten again
Wake up, cookin′ cake up, got a king size in my kitchen
Bad bitch, no makeup, neighbors mindin′ they business
In the river floatin' face up, been six days and you missin′
Don't pay up, won′t wake up, leave you sleepin' with the fishes

Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back
Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that?
If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back
In the club or the trap, it′s a fact, what you say about that?
Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back
Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that?
If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back
In the club or the trap, it's a fact, what you say about that?

It's a well known fact that I keep big straps
Got them thangs in my book bag and I′ma bust back
When lil′ mama see my watch, baby had a heart attack

Got a Ziploc full of mollies, I call it the party pack
I'm my own fan, I′ma meet myself
So much money, gotta treat myself
Bought me an old school, yeah, a seven-trey

Put rims on, then I called it a day
Heard that Gucci Mane and them gettin' money
Got ten cars but the show want twenty
Rims so big but the tires so skinny

Stand next to me, yeah, it cost you twenty
Mind your business, don′t cost you any
Hold on, wait one goddamn minute
Gucci Mane came in a drop-top Bentley
Switched up, came in a hard-top Benzy
Cool as a fool but I sure ain't friendly
Wetter than a pool with them goddamn diamonds
When I start rappin′ then a nigga start shinin'
But I'm still trappin′ so a nigga still grindin′

Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back
Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that?
If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back
In the club or the trap, it's a fact, what you say about that?
Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back
Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that?
If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back
In the club or the trap, it′s a fact, what you say about that?