Top Notch - Lil Boosie

Top notch whips that’s what I drive

24 inches rims and tires

Hatin ass niggas can’t believe they eyes

They starin me down, And I’m wondering why

Ah hold up wait a second

Let me think for a second

Ah hold up wait a second

Let me think for a second

Ah hold up wait a second

Let me think for a second

Ah hold up wait a second

Let me think for a second

Red Bandana, Red Lexus

Top notch nigga hoes call me black and sexy

Top notch whip on that good drank from Texas

Got everybody lookin' like a nigga buck naked

Please be good cause it could go down

Mr. Baton Rouge, I hold the street crown

I fill it with gas, keep it clean as my ass

If I’m in that yellow thing I got on yellow to match

I would name my cars, but I ain’t got time

Just got my fresh fade, check out my line

Ol' lady cross the street like «Ain't that Connie boy»

«That boy be on TV too, ain’t that the same boy» (yea)

Feelin even better when I looked in the mirror

Diamonds on my teeth when I’m smiling at these niggas

From the car lot, to the rim shop we crawl and we creep

Southside young b that’s how I come on these streets nigga

Look, I got a Jag and it’s sleepin on deuces

Funeral home my whips up my whip game stupid

I’m in the back seat, I’m in the back seat

At the light, open the door, showin my ass

You know how that be

Impala drop on the Shontaez

Oh it’s the dumb way

Lil Mama takin pictures she saw me on

Rip the runway

Johnny got my neck right

Johnny got my mouth right

Ankle bracelet in diamonds so

Johnny got my walk right

I use 2 by 2's

Like ehh you stupid

Toilet paper niggas streets up

When It’s time for me to use it

Take a picture of my hair cut

My Steve Harvey look right on

Yeah I know you see the ice on me

I’m on they cut the lights on me

Gucci bag 50 grand in it

Look don’t put yo hands in it

Do it the dummy way

You catch me doin' my dance with it

Lil' Phat young boss if you don’t know me

Ain’t no waitin, Ain’t no thinkin

Nigga you goin have to show me

(Why Why Hmmm)

B.O.

what these niggas mad at me for

Wound up lookin' cry baby like T. O

Don’t blame me nigga, blame my C-E-O

He wanna take a trip to the money Let’s G-O

I got black women, white women

Asian and Creole

Pretty face, pretty feet, no corn foot Fritos

So Mouse like cheese so my nick name Cheeto

Fuck a favor or a hand out, ain’t shit free hoe

I hop up out the chevy, coast wallet full of c-notes

Your baby momma and her friend wanna have a trio

I work that lumber a huh yeah she know

I beat that pussy up I beat it up like Deebo

Hold up, damn nigga why you hatin on me tho

I see it in your face and I can read ya like Cleo

Every everybody know, we don’t keep it on the D-Low

Trill ENT yeah nigga know how we roll