Top Drop Slim Thug (Ft. Paul Wall)

[Chorus: Rich Boy & Slim Thug]
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped (Huh)
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped (Huh)
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, top dropped (Huh)
Got the damn top— got the damn top dropped
Got the— got the damn top dropped, got my Glock cocked
(Slim Thugga, mothafucka)

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
For you jackas that's hatin' (Hatin')
Run up try to rob, yeah, bitch, I'ma be waitin' (Yeah, bitch, I'ma be waitin')
Man, country see me skatin' on my chrome, lookin' good (Huh)
You fuck with my bitch and I'ma shoot up ya hood (I'ma shoot up ya hood)
Still leather and the wood, that's tradition down in Texas (Texas)
Roll Cadillac, we don't fuck with no Lexus (Nah)
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the pint, we ain't sippin' on no bubbly (We ain't sippin' on no bubbly)
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro got me high, it feel like I'm in a cloud (It feel like I'm in a cloud)
I'm a H-Town nigga reppin' for P-A-T
Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe and Pimp C (R.I.P.)
I'ma shine for my city, fuck them haters talkin' down (Fuck you)
So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin' 'round (Okay)
'07 was a hard one, but I can be found
In my slab puffin pounds, tryna take away my frown, and I