Tre Little - Put Your Top Down lyrics

[Intro] Excuse me Come over here, kids [?] give him a minute Tre Little Uncle Tre wanna tell you all a story Sit down right there, be quiet You ready? Just listen Tre Little Let's Go [Verse 1] This year all artists gon' get mad, man Tre Little stole all their fans, man And all I did was write a rhyme [?] Sneaky boy with gun [?] my life's begun Kickin', gain a rooster, turn ‘em into boosters Give me your paycheck, this is what I'm used to The streets raised me, bullets almost grazed me I hopped the fence, sh** must be crazy Fair and sweet since I'm a nice guy I got a treat for you and your wise guys Have that with a little bit of hot sauce I weave in and out of these like [?] There it is, oh There it go, oh Where's the drum, n***as be slow, oh [Hook] Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, ride around with your top down Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, ride around with your top down Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, ride around with your top down Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, drop your top now [Verse 2] Standing on the corner like I own the block I don't care ‘bout the motherf**ing cops And I dash and I duck or I hide behind a tree Bet the motherf**ers never find me [?] Let me wave my magic wand, poof, [?] We'll sell crack in the street [?] [?] [?] Tell these n***as yeah I work, so I won't get hot Stayin' buzz all day, and all night And drink, come on, until we all [?] I'm a gangster n***a, a fly n***a Whatever you call me, you never k** me, n***a The streets need me, punk take it easy I let you eat but first I gotta feed family Oh! [Hook] Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, ride around with your top down Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, ride around with your top down Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, ride around with your top down Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, drop your top now [Verse 3] Amusenating, the way my music's playing Dudes complaining, streets grew like Houston, Texas The Lord's confession can lead you in the wrong direction But first [?], please go and count your blessings Tone it down before I go and five the Wesson I'm on it now, the game did advance the level When beautiful minds like mine can enhance the pressure I'm not romantic but I serenade my gun, that's my sh** You don't wanna cheat with my treat She's a s*ut, all she like to do is bust [?], drive fast, about to kick up dust So photogenic, really you can picture this So high with a blunt [?] [?] Witness get k**ed, boy just for snitchin' Drive fast, top down, baby have a good finish Oh! [Hook] Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, ride around with your top down Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, ride around with your top down Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, ride around with your top down Take your top down, player take your top down You great player, drop your top now