Tops Drop - Fat Pat

Welcome to the land where it just don’t stop

Trunks pop, tops drop, and the front end hop

Paint flop screens on, acting bad in the zone

Yeah it’s on riding chrome, balling at my home

Texas plates don’t hate, showing up in the state

Can’t wait get it straight, while the front end break

Paid the cost to be the boss, looking good when I floss

Sunshine let it down, turn it up and clown

Fool around hit your block, trunk going on knock

Let it up let it pop, light up the whole block

Southside how we hold, on a gangsta stroll

Music hitting so hard, knocking off side molds

Hit the highway, cruise control, go on let it roll

Po' up the drank fire it up, make sho' the windows closed

On chrome high side, throwing up the Southside

Giving niggas dap coming down, wrecking the slab

Trunks keep popping

Tops keep dropping down in Houston

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop, tops drop

Trunks keep popping

Tops keep dropping down in Houston

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop, tops drop

Now what’s up H-Town, cause we know that they feel us

Three wheeler Vogue peeler, acting bad for scrilla

Swisha burna bouncing turner, sitting low on 4's

I’m pulling through the lot, slamming do’s on buttons

And I’mma slide slide, slippidy slide

Pop trunk let it down, show up in my ride

Roll out the red carpet, never buy it to park it

Valet piece and chain, starch is my jeans

Hit the club showing love, tip the dancer a dub

Got killa in the club, for after the club

One more time for they mind, I’mma gon put it down

It’s that boy Fat Pat, yeah I got’s to clown

I just wanna drop it, all night long

Yeah, yeah, I just wanna drop it

All night long yeah, drop it, drop it, drop it

Trunks keep popping

Tops keep dropping down in Houston

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop, tops drop

Trunks keep popping

Tops keep dropping down in Houston

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop, tops drop

And you laced on the game, that cost a fee

Bouncing on the track, with P-A-T

Now they see how it be, I’m just a G

Cocked up on three, blowing on a whole tree

C.B. in the drop, crawling down on boys

Right behind him is the Lincoln, my favorite toy

Candy red with the screens, and I’m riding on cream

Mean mugs triple beams, make reality a dream

Sipping lean sticky green, make em cloud the whole scene

Europeans what the deal, making all haters chill

While I show my naked skills, gripping wood grain grills

Running lights shining bright, floating smooth as a kite

Trunk cracked Fat Pat, breaking all haters hats

Where they at where they at, 'fore I pull out my gat

Looking good it’s understood, flossing for my hood

Taking pride in my ride, like every playa should

Trunks keep popping

Tops keep dropping down in Houston

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop, tops drop

Trunks keep popping

Tops keep dropping down in Houston

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop, tops drop

Trunks keep popping

Tops keep dropping down in Houston

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop, tops drop

Trunks keep popping

Tops keep dropping down in Houston

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop, tops drop

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop

Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop

Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop