Top Back (remix) Lyrics - B.g.

I like my top let back, let back, let back 

Let back, let back, let back 

I let my chain hang low, keep that thing up on my waist 

All then haters talkin' reckless, tell 'em say it to my face 

Can see a bank roll, yeah I almost caught a case 

It's the remix, so Mannie Fresh drop the bass 

I say now twenty-eight inches got me sitting so high 

Reach straight up through the clouds, God damn I'm in the sky 

Got my eighty-seven zone, God dammit I'm fly 

Bet you anything won't any nigga try it 

I push the look come Wednesday the drop that Monday 

Ice cream Impala same color as a sundae 

So you can miss me with that hatin' and that, "He can't rap shit" 

Tell them faggot-ass niggaz wrap they lips around my dick 

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God damn my money sick, ayy I need to see a doctor 

Black on black Bentley call it "Phantom of the Opera" 

Lemon lime drop top, I call it a "Sprite" 

When I pull out the garage you can call it a night 

I like my beat down low and my top let back 

See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back 

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back 

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black 

I like my beat down low and my top let back 

See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back 

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back 

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black 

Dro, my trunk gon' break the damn law 

I'm ridin' through the hood with eights are damn raw 

Them twenty-sevens tall but them eights are damn raw 

Bitches know they see the platinum is grey like grandpa 

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Spray the Chevy all kinda sour apple colors 

Diamonds up in my charm look like pineapple suckers 

Tec-9 for some, mac-90 for others 

Leave the weapon on Bucatti's I got on my Danny Glovers 

Nah this ain't a movie but I shot "4 Brothers" 

And plus I got a Chevelle that flop four colors 

Cars without the covers, my beat down low 

I let my rims sit high, I'm the best thing blowin' now, Dro 

I like my beat down low and my top let back 

See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back 

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back 

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black 

I like my beat down low and my top let back 

See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back 

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back 

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black 

I got my treble up high and my beat down low 

I don't slam no doors, hop in where the roof go 

What I need a roof fo'? Replace it with the sky 

Streets be mine with that Georgia on My Mind 

Ridin' in the wettest paint, like I'm surfin' on a tidal wave 

Cocaine whip yeah straight out the microwave 

The man in the trunk sound like the man knockin' 

Five pass rockin' with stacks in my pockets 

I got money in my pocket and my mind on mo' 

To hear myself think I like my beat down low 

Cigarello full of dro and the Chevy two-toned 

It's sittin' on chrome that's how I get my roll on 

Gotta dip through the hood you know Gizzle keep it real 

I see some hot girls so I'm a turn it up a lil' 

Let 'em bounce to the music ba-bounce to the beat 

The top down, hop in and ride with a G 

I like my beat down low and my top let back 

See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back 

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back 

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black 

I like my beat down low and my top let back 

See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back 

You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back 

If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black 

Even though I like my beat down low and my top let back 

Chrome feet down low and my Impala wet back 

Ditch or dash, hit the gas tell them niggaz check that 

Make them bitches sit back, woofers give 'em wet cats 

Comin' down in the Chevy motor sound like it very tight 

It is you can tell I hear the tire yellin' er' line 

And the way they ain't kickin' I bet you could still hear it 

Loaf of bread, I cut it up a bit, I get left feel here 

Okay my money real big, the choppers is still here 

They catch me with it fuck it I'm doing my lil' bit 

And my drop top ridin' with my glock cocked ridin' 

I'm looking for them niggaz where they at stop hidin' hey 

Now that's a motherfuckin' remix nigga