Top Notch

Lyrics

[Intro: Mouse] Mouse On Tha Track, it'll make you bounce back! [Chorus: Mouse] Top notch whips that's what I drive Twenty four inches rims and tires Hating 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 [Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] 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" (Yeah) 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 [Chorus: Mouse] Top notch whips that's what I drive Twenty four inches rims and tires Hating 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 [Verse 2: Lil Phat] 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 Asanti's, 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 two times twos, like "Ew, 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 fifty 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 [Chorus: Mouse] Top notch whips that's what I drive Twenty four inches rims and tires Hating 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 [Verse 3: Lil Trill] Like we be stuntin' on camaro's, yeah, boy the two T's See Phat, he got the silver, catch him flying down our team See me I got the black yeah the one with the orange inside Passing through the hood, lil' kids like "Look at that ride" We still got the Bentleys, oh yeah, the all general black too You better stay inside if you ain't gettin stacks dude Oh that's a fact, yeah boy we gon act And you better believe we got the phantoms back to back Ten Gs on my wrist and seventy five on my neck And I ain't worried about the jackas, in my hood I got respect Top Notch everything I shoulda got me a 'vette Or I might just sole play put twenty fours on the jet I ain't nun but fifteen, and it ain't how I'm coming When you know what I mean when I call myself the youngin I'm with dummies, yeah, dummy dumb, dumb, dumb Can't compete with us, I don't think you want nun [Verse 4: Mouse] B.O. what these niggas mad at me for Wound up lookin' cry baby like T.O.  Don't blame me nigga, blame my CEO 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 ho 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 E.N.T. yeah nigga know how we roll [Chorus: Mouse] Top notch whips that's what I drive Twenty four inches rims and tires Hating 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