Boosie BadAzz - Top Notch lyrics

[Chorus: Mouse] Top notch whips that's what I drive 24 inches rims and tires Hatin a** n***as 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: Lil' Boosie] Red Bandana, Red Lexus Top notch n***a hoes call me black and s**y Top notch whip on that good drank from Texas Got everybody lookin' like a n***a 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 a** 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" (yea) Feelin even better when I looked in the mirror Diamonds on my teeth when I'm smiling at these n***as From the car lot, to the rim shop we crawl and we creep Southside young b that's how I come on these streets n***a [Chorus x1] [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 a** You know how that be Impala drop on the Shontaez 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 2 by 2's Like ehh you stupid Toilet paper n***as 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 50 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 n***a you goin have to show me [Chorus x1] [Verse 3: Mouse] (Why Why Hmmm) B.O. what these n***as mad at me for Wound up lookin' cry baby like T.O Don't blame me n***a, blame my C-E-O 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 f** a favor or a hand out, ain't sh** free hoe 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 p**y up I beat it up like Deebo Hold up, damn n***a 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 ENT yeah n***a know how we roll [Chorus x1]