Top Back Clyde Cyrus (Ft. Soulja Boy)

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Top back yeah I got my top back. (Oh my god)
Big ass pistol on my hip ain't gonna cock that
Top back yeah I got my top back
Big ass uzi on my hip, ain't gonna cock that. (Oh my god)
Top back yeah I got my top back
Top back riding with my top back
Big ass pistol on my hip ain't gonna cock that
Top back riding with my top back

[Verse 1]
Clyde Cabbage in this bitch for another gin
Cuggin' Vodka while I'm flirting with my mother's friends
And I know I'm kinda late but fuck it, then
Happy Halloweed, my blunt is bigger than a pumpkin stem!!!
I just win, don't ever lose, I'm at the top cause I paid dues
Stayed true to game through the short life of these fake crews
Fuck a mile, these lame dudes wouldn't even stand if we traded shoes
Listening to my mixtape, I hope ya speakers is soundproof
Spitting flame, these niggas lame
Them triggers bang at a snitches frame
Let it pop, no red dots, got a head-shot and I didn't aim
Getting brain while switching lanes, I'm still the same ain't shit done change
Forget the fame cause I need dough, in the game, no cheat codes

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Top back yeah I got my top back. (Oh my god)
Big ass pistol on my hip, ain't gonna cock that
Top back yeah I got my top back
Big ass uzi on my hip ain't gonna cock that
Top back yeah I got my top back
Top back riding with my top back
Big ass pistol on my hip ain't gonna cock that
Top back, riding with my top back