Subtract Da Top

Lyrics

[Intro] This goes out to all the hustlin niggas Who get up and get it everyday 258365, let's get it 713, Young gun in here I say hustle USA I say hustle USA Turn it up one time [Chorus] I pull up in that new coop Subtract a top And I pull off with your new boo Subtract a top And I'm ridin' around and I'm gettin' it, nigga And I don't have to stop And my Rolex watch don't tick nigga It's a magic box Got ten K in my duffle bag I got 'em real confused So I hit the club and I make it rain I got nothin to lose Spent five K on this diamond chain I got somethin to prove It might not be nothin' to me But it's somethin' to you [Verse 1] Hey guess who's back Young Don Trick ass niggas I don't want none I ain't never left cause I stayed here And I'm bagged up and I'm on one Stand up tall for that south side Broke ass niggas they mouth quiet My chain thick and my rolly sick And I love the that way my coop drive Niggas know that I'm gettin mine Lights off and my click shine My guap good and my block good And we hit this bitch at the right time Subtract a top I like a blow that's strong Pull up nice and your boo she gone She call back cause I'mma throw them stacks And I'mma pick her up And I'mma fuck her long Subtract a top Then I cash out till I pass out My dream there, my team here And the rest a you niggas just [?] Rep my hood when we on stage We gettin rich and we gettin paid So I told my homies just stand up Cause we can blow this bitch like the world trade [Chorus] I pull up in that new coop Subtract a top And I pull off with your new boo Subtract a top And I'm ridin' around and I'm gettin' it, nigga And I don't have to stop And my Rolex watch don't tick nigga It's a magic box Got ten K in my duffle bag I got 'em real confused So I hit the club and I make it rain I got nothin to lose Spent five K on this diamond chain I got somethin to prove It might not be nothin' to me But it's somethin' to you [Verse 2] On top I don't need no Introduction niggas Keep fuckin' 'round you gon bleed hoe Repercussion nigga [?] are well trained Like the army nigga It's goin down like the world trade No [?] nigga I'm overseas where the cameras at In my dungarees I keep plenty green, no cabbage patch I got luck indeed She gon fuck with me Then you can have back I got a bunch a G's And I'm selling keys, no Cadillac I hear the phone ringing I got four ring on my right hand I'm blowin green And I'm pouring lean in my sprite can Before I go to sleep I make sure the [?] on the night stand That AK 47 My hype man You can lose your life man [Chorus] I pull up in that new coop Subtract a top And I pull off with your new boo Subtract a top And I'm ridin' around and I'm gettin' it, nigga And I don't have to stop And my Rolex watch don't tick nigga It's a magic box Got ten K in my duffle bag I got 'em real confused So I hit the club and I make it rain I got nothin to lose Spent five K on this diamond chain I got somethin to prove It might not be nothin' to me But it's somethin' to you