Droptop Video (MV)

Chorus:

Clear blue skies not a rain drop
Fresh new paint job hit the rim shop
I was left on read in my inbox
I was left for dead at a roadblock
Can't shed no tears in the drop top
Can't cry when I'm rolling in a hot rod
With a fly honey dip she's a hotshot
Put the spice on top like hot sauce

Shed no tears in it (wah wah)
Shed no
Shed no tears in it (wah wah)
Shed no

Can't shed no tears in the benzo
Can't cry for me when I'm in the Enzo
Can I get a blue face napkin
Gotta dry my tears with my ends

Verse 1:

Living my life
Earning my stripes
Mama said you gonna do it
Then you gotta do it right
I done lost friends
We done lost lives
I done cried so many tears
We surviving hard times
Coming...down...the highway
Bitches mad
Cause I'm living life my way
On my grind
I can't never get an off day
Cooking up that fire
Like I just left hibachi
Can't wear tear stains in Versace
V12 got me moving
At a fast pace
Drop my top down then I'm skrrrrting
Feeling like I never hurt in the first place
Even on my worst days
Drop my top down then I'm skrrrrting
Don't come around now
You know I'm doing better
You should have stay down
Couldn't hold it together
Now The whole team finna pop off
All smiles when we rolling in the droptop

Chorus:

Clear blue skies not a rain drop
Fresh new paint job hit the rim shop
I was left on read in my inbox
I was left for dead at a roadblock
Can't shed no tears in the drop top
Can't cry when I'm rolling in a hot rod
With a fly honey dip she's a hotshot
Put the spice on top like hot sauce

Shed no tears in it (wah wah)
Shed no
Shed no tears in it (wah wah)
Shed no

Can't shed no tears in the benzo
Can't cry for me when I'm in the Enzo
Can I get a blue face napkin
Gotta dry my tears with my ends

Verse 2:

Can't shed no tears in the rari
Smoke a whole lotta tree like a Marley
Everything is a breeze feeling Godly
No stress no one finna stop me

Can't shed no tears in the benzo
Can't cry for me when im in the Enzo
Can I get a blue face napkin
Gotta dry my tears with my ends


Ain't nobody praying for a nigga
Like Kendrick
I just need my paper
I don't really need friendship
I just need the fam
I don't really need fame
Y'all niggas play the game
I just rather get paid

They all tried to shade
But I stood in the sun
The chances of this are a million and one
Defying the odds to the top of the charts
They stay talking down
I say oh bless you hearts

Rolling down Broadway
Sun is on my face
Feeling the vibe yeah
Feeling the vibe yeah
She riding on my wave
Feel like I might
Like I might fly away
Not thinking bout all the hate
Just doing it my way
Living life Classic
Working my magic
And look how it happens
Drop of the top yeah
Cruise down the freeway
No one can stop me