Drop my top down, I feel good
Drop my top down, in yo hood
Steady, spending, on them d**
Made it out the trenches n***a, made it out the mud woahh.
(Trippie Redd – Stoves on the 14th)
I hope these young n***as learn
I hope these stupid b**hes learn
I hope these stupid b**hes burn
Better thank god that they learn
Better pray to god that they learn
Cause in my hood they on bad terms
So I’ma make these n***as hurt
Thank god for the stove
Thank Tom for a stove
Without Edison I wouldn’t be here
So I thank god for the stove
Gotta thank time for the stove
Gotta thank my mom for the stove
Gotta thank the block for the stove.
Drop my top down, I feel good
Drop my top down, in yo hood
Steady, spending, on them d**
Made it out the trenches n***a, made it out the mud woah.
Made it out the trenches
I made it out the hood
They want me back in the hood
So I can’t lack in my hood
Cause n***as hating on me
They want me resting for good
So I tote macs in my hood
To still make sure that I’m good
[?] just like it’s a chopper
I see it I like it yo b***h I might swap her
Lil trippie at glizzy’s house so I might pop ya
Can’t save me can’t save me, too late for the doctor.
Drop my top down, I feel good
Drop my top down, in yo hood
Steady, spending, on them d**
Made it out the trenches n***a, made it out the mud woah
Drop my top down, I feel good
Drop my top down, in yo hood
Steady, spending, on them d**
Made it out the trenches n***a, made it out the mud woahhh.