Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$y) (Smokin On My Own Strain Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of ’em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon’ get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$Y)

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of ’em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon’ get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

Big Sean & 2 Chainz – Light It Up letras

[Intro: Big Sean]
Uh-huh
I got everything to lose
Whoa, whoa
We did it, Finally Famous, nigga

[Hook: Big Sean]
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up (lights)
It’s time to light they ass up, light they ass up
They gon’ know that it’s us, they gon’ know that it’s us
They gon’ know that it’s us, light that shit up
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Story of my life, the come up (grind)
My night doesn’t end ’til the sun up (grind)
Finger fucking the money
I do whatever to keep it coming (oh)
When I walk in the building they all give me stares
But I dare anybody to run up
And I ain’t satisfied until I’m chubby, lil’ bitch
And I got hundreds on my paper ’cause I studied, lil’ bitch
Come and be my understudy, lil’ bitch, I’m your boss, not your buddy
Matter of fact, don’t talk in or around me
Matter of fact, if you standing next to us then you lucky
Matter of fact, wash your hands before you touch me, you disgusting lil’ bitch
Always reppin’, but I’m hardly home
Sean Don, Perrion, Don Corleone
Hit the vroom vroom every single time the ‘Rari on
Riding around in Malibu tryin’ to see a Barbie home
Came up from that one bedroom-room, now we on
Hoes bustin’ dance moves harder than Omarion
Fur is so fresh, oh my God, it’s still shedding
Radio flow, ho, I’m trying to break records
Getting every single thing on my checklist
I should be at the top of your threat list
When I come through have the bottles and confetti
Bitch, we ready

[Hook: Big Sean]
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up (lights)
It’s time to light they ass up, light they ass up
They gon’ know that it’s us, they gon’ know that it’s us
They gon’ know that it’s us, light that shit up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Before I hit more than finessing
Might walk on the beach in Giuseppe’s
I think that my life is a blessin’
The girl that I’m with ego bigger than Precious
Before adolescence my development was arrested
Toss and turn in the bed restless
I’m glad that we made it back
Workin’ the back on Mercedes hatch
Straps with the gatorback
Faded black, take the pussy clip, don’t maniac
Take the pussy, never gave it back
Slap ’em with four types rings like an 80s cat
Looking for a great Dane, nightmares, Dana Dane
Changin’ lanes, smoking back to back, chain and chain
Fuck it till I get fatigue, major pain, woo
Swag like the NBA, I dunk and do a layup line (yeah)
Fuck a do not disturb, I need a bitch in here laced way up sign
Pay up time, I’m piped up in these streets
And if I put my jewelry on the light bill increase

[Hook: Big Sean]
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up (lights)
It’s time to light they ass up, light they ass up
They gon’ know that it’s us, they gon’ know that it’s us
They gon’ know that it’s us, light that shit up