Drop Top Drip

Yeah, already know what it is, baby…

Houston, Texas, candy paint drippin’…

Paul Wall in this thang, hold up!

(Verse 1 – Smooth, Laid-Back Flow)

I’m ridin’ clean in that drop top, swangin’ so slow,

Candy paint drippin’, yeah, it shine when it glow.

Leather seats butter soft, wood grain on the dash,

Trunk pop, neon lights make ‘em stop when I pass.

I’m draped up and dripped out, fifth wheel recline,

Screens fall from the ceiling while I’m grippin’ the pine.

Texas plates on the slab, yeah, I’m reppin’ the H,

Sippin’ somethin’ too muddy while I’m bendin’ the lanes.

(Chorus – Catchy, Slow Hook with Melody)

Drop top drippin’, let the sun hit the shine,

Swangin’ down slow, candy paint lookin’ fine.

Slab sittin’ clean, yeah, we do it real wide,

Pull up with the bass, got ‘em feelin’ that vibe.

Drop top drippin’, let the sun hit the shine,

Swangin’ down slow, candy paint lookin’ fine.

Rollin’ through the city, let ‘em know how we ride,

H-Town legend, yeah, we stayin’ outside!

(Verse 2 – Talkin’ That Slab Talk)

I’m sittin’ low but my paper sittin’ real high,

Diamond grill got ‘em starin’ when I roll by.

I keep it Texas, big swangas pokin’ out wide,

When I hit the boulevard, you know it’s a vibe.

Trunk bangin’, got that knock from the back,

Bass so heavy, make the concrete crack.

I ain’t gotta flex, boy, the slab do the talkin’,

Butterfly doors got these haters straight gawkin’.

(Chorus – Repeat with Extra Energy!)

Drop top drippin’, let the sun hit the shine,

Swangin’ down slow, candy paint lookin’ fine.

Slab sittin’ clean, yeah, we do it real wide,

Pull up with the bass, got ‘