Lyrics

[Verse 1] I got them like Biggaveli you that nigga you hot in the hood You the type of nigga cock it and pop in the hood Yeah and I'm ready to ride Fitted hat to the back middle finger in the sky You don't want it with the kid I'm in the best shape and you motherfuckers couldn't picture my tummy getting big My money getting big, got money in the crib First 30 days in the can was ugly for the kid I had to bruise up a little nigga in the big yard Started at the bottom had to move up Now I'm in the coupe plush V10 with the roof up Sizzurp in the hand got me juiced up Let the AK loosen him up he ain't want to ride Paramedic scooping him up he ain't want to die I don't lie nigga I'm real try to come at me hard You gon' witness more steel than the penitentiary yard [Chorus] You better drop that top when its 90 degrees and you in South Beach riding the breeze You better drop that top if you riding with keys you better slow it down riding with ease Better drop that top if you riding the five and your bitch is on the passenger side You better drop that top when it's 90 degrees and you on 8th Ave riding the breeze [Verse 2] No tats on the belly or the chest I'm back boss Don Biggaveili in the flesh Me and blaze in front of the telly in the Lex Kevlar protecting the belly not the neck Nigga I'm get it popping my nigga we getting plenty Hit you with the semi I got the hood in a frenzy Till the police come and get me Make you lazy from the piffy baby don't try to trick me You ain't sipping bitches you ain't getting none of the sticky They thinking the boy cheap Word on the street is they think that the boy heat How he in position to take off on a mission And he fresh from the prison Half the chain gleam gold and the rest of it glistens It's like I just left out the kitchen Mixing up the stuff spent the summer in Miami where the bitches love to fuck The hood love me they give it up I do it for the kids I'm a ex-con but they look up to me like I'm Big [Chorus] You better drop that top when its 90 degrees and you in South Beach riding the breeze You better drop that top if you riding with keys you better slow it down riding with ease Better drop that top if you riding the five and your bitch is on the passenger side You better drop that top when it's 90 degrees and you on 8th Ave riding the breeze [Verse 3] They say I remind them of Pac in this prime Pop a nigga dead at the drop of a dime Top down in the drop with the nine Knowing if I get caught they gon' have me sitting in court copping out to a dime I don't need that roll the piff nigga lean back Chewing past food don't steam that Damn Bigavelli you was the shit, you was hot in the green Ac' Max say he going to do something he really mean that 40 cal hitting your gut pushing your spleen back Told you mother fuckers I was a Don Told you motherfuckers I was the one You could catch me in the drop and I always got the gun [Chorus] You better drop that top when its 90 degrees and you in South Beach riding the breeze You better drop that top if you riding with keys you better slow it down riding with ease Better drop that top if you riding the five and your bitch is on the passenger side You better drop that top when it's 90 degrees and you on 8th Ave riding the breeze