Pete & Bas - Top Down

[Intro]
(Omelette du fromage)
[Chorus: Bas]
Top down in the car
Drop ten band on the wrist, another ten band on a bitch
Shots slammed at the bar
Come simmer down, have a sit, we're gonna boogie down in a bit
Foot down in the Rolls
Pop champagne in the car, seat back, facin' the stars
Quick puff on the doob
Kick back, lacing a dart, put booj in a tailor cigar
[Verse 1: Pete & Bas]
Cream leather seats, walnut dash
Burberry case for the rolled up cash
Guns in the glovebox, teeth in the boot
Riding shotgun when I lean and shoot
Boys in the back, Bas on the wheel
Your man can get wrapped, not factory sealed
Out on thе hunt, mate, Buffalo Bill
One hand on the pump likе Cyprus Hill
Dressed to the nines, nine in my coat
Coat full of shells, I'm a violent bloke
Bloke wanna scrap and I grip that steel
Steal from a man, get popped in the throat
Servin' it up like Canapés
Trunk full of green like a can of peas
Missing the top, no canopy
When I pick up your bird
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[Chorus: Bas]
Top down in the car
Drop ten band on the wrist, another ten band on a bitch
Shots slammed at the bar
Come simmer down, have a sit, we're gonna boogie down in a bit
Foot down in the Rolls
Pop champagne in the car, seat back, facin' the stars
Quick puff on the doob
Kick back, lacing a dart, put booj in a tailor cigar
[Verse 2: Pete & Bas]
Escobar mate, king of the South
I do three for an hundred pound
Pub grub, got the best in town
God knows how many pints we've downed
Sit down fella, shut your mouth
Packin' 'em in till the sun goes down
Peter the tiger, I coil and pounce
Beat on a man like my name Chris Brown
Calls, they're summonin', packs, I'm smugglin'
Come like a clown, with the balls I'm jugglin'
Shots, I get it in, ten-toe peddlin'
Work 'til I drop, so the bank roll levellin'
Sippin' on a glass of the Bombay blue
Puffin' on a cone of the finest food
Hundred mile in a Maybach truck
Suns out, so I got the-
[Chorus: Bas]
Top down in the car
Drop ten band on the wrist, another ten band on a bitch
Shots slammed at the bar
Come simmer down, have a sit, we're gonna boogie down in a bit
Foot down in the Rolls
Pop champagne in the car, seat back, facin' the stars
Quick puff on the doob
Kick back, lacing a dart, put booj in a tailor cigar