Top Off Warhol.SS (Ft. Ugly God)

[Intro: Warhol.SS & Ugly God]
Ya dig?
Uh-huh
Ayy, ooh

[Chorus: Ugly God]
And I'm ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your man '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

[Verse 1: Warhol.SS & Ugly God]
On my third iPhone, on private when I fly home
My bitches color limón, they copied what I been on
I do this shit on my own, this a no-fly zone
With your bitch spot on, I fucked her, then I got on
Swervin' out the GLE, I'm high as fuck (Skrrt)
Ain't smokin' 41, then you ain't high enough (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, if that bitch a nine, she ain't fine enough (Nope)
All it take is one call, then they fire it up (Bah)
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
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)

[Chorus: 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
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off