"Drop Top" lyrics

Yo, Lucas, you heard?
Swerving in the drop top
Louis, Fendi, Prada

I'm swerving in the drop top
Ooh, Louis, Fendi, Prada
You, I could get you fly
You a baddie, you don't gotta try
You, number one, not three or two
'Bout to make me say I do
I could get you right
But you a baddie, you don't gotta do too much

In that GLS, this Maybach too clutch
I'ma close the curtains in the back of your bus
When it comes to money, know you stack it up
But you're fucking with a baller so it really don't matter
If I see an opp, bet his shit gets splattered
I'm steppin' in designer, still a certified crasher
When it comes to shawty, she a certified bad one
Certified splasher, I put her in a Rollie
Why these nigga hate me? They don't even know me
Nigga who on dick be the same ones that owe me
Shawty from Toronto, I call her my lil' crodie
She got that macaroni

I'm swerving in the drop top
Ooh, Louis, Fendi, Prada
You, I could get you fly
You a baddie, you don't gotta try
You, number one, not three or two
'Bout to make me say I do
I could get you right
But you a baddie, you don't gotta do too much