Put Your Top Down

Excuse me

Come over here, kids

Hold on

Y'all can talk to Uncle Rick in a minute

Tre Little

Uncle Tre wanna tell y'all a story

Sit down right there

Be quiet, little nigga

Y'all ready?

Just listen

Tre Little

Rick Riggler

Let's go

This year old artists gon' get mad, man

Tre Little stole all their fans, man

And all I did was write a rhyme

Jacked they sales without my nine

Sneaky boy with gun confined to streets and slums, my life's begun

Kickin', gain a rooster, turn 'em into boosters

Give me your paycheck, that's what I'm used to

The streets raised me, bullets almost grazed me

I hopped that fence, shoot, you must be crazy

Your fans are sweet, and since I'm a nice guy

I got a treat for you and your wiseguys

Have that with a little of the hot sauce

I weave in and out of beats like the snare's lost

There it is, oh

There it go, oh

Where's the drum?

Niggas beat slow, oh!

Take your top down, player take your top down

You brave player, ride around with your top down

Take your top down, player take your top down

You brave player, ride around with your top down

Take your top down, player take your top down

You brave player, ride around with your top down

Take your top down, player take your top down

You brave, player, drop your top now!

Standing on the corner like I own the block

I don't care about the motherfuckin' cops

If I dash or I duck or I hide behind a tree

Bet them motherfuckers never find me

Come to realize this dude 'round the block was snitchin'

Let me wave my magic wand, poof, now he missin'

We don't sell crack in Detroit, bowls and Os

We don't slang from the hip, dog, times is old

Ride rentals all day to conceal our spots

Tell 'em, "Yeah, I work" so I won't get hot

Stayin' buzzed all day

And all night

And drink the morning until we all fight

I'm a gangster, nigga

A fly nigga

Whatever you call me, you never kill me, nigga

The streets need me

Punk, take it easy

I'll let you eat, but first I gotta feed family

Oh!

Take your top down, player, take your top down

You brave, player ride around with your top down

Take your top down, player, take your top down

You brave, player ride around with your top down

Take your top down, player, take your top down

You brave, player ride around with your top down

Take your top down, player, take your top down

You brave, player, drop your top now!

Amusin', ain't it? The way my music's played

And dudes complainin' and streets grew like Houston, Texas

A thug's confession can lead you in the wrong direction

Professin' God, please don't count your blessings

Tone it down before I go and fire up 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 shit

You don't wanna cheat with my chick

She's a slut, all she like to do is bust

A nympho drive fast, watch her to kick up dust

So photogenic, really you can picture this

So high with a blunt and a pitcher of liquor

Never sprung from a chick who done dug my figures

Witness get killed, boy, just for snitchin'

Drive fast, top down, baby, handle your business

Oh!

Take your top down, player, take your top down

You brave, player, ride around with your top down

Take your top down, player, take your top down

You brave, player, ride around with your top down

Take your top down, player, take your top down

You brave, player, ride around with your top down

Take your top down, player, take your top down

You brave, player, drop your top now!