Convertible Flow - Cashius Green, Big Krit

Don’t need no enemies or frenemies

Don’t need no fake bitches here with me

Just need my beat up & her top down

I said my beat up & her top down

Convertible flow

I don’t discriminate baby

If we participating

In sexual eruptions in the back of your honda

Baby the pussy silky smooth

I know your mom & your dad are sailor

I’ll be your ride later

My whip show new vibrator

All the Ciroc made her, go swallow the rush

We out in the open, let’s park in the cuts

The best the bigger, less way out the eye

Shit, I open trunk on hop on me, get pussy, pop

Been, like new year’s eve, left something in the freezer

You fucking with the coldest nigga out baby take a breather

Convertible flow, top back with a fast pac' Khadija

Cruise control, with a foreign on roll, she don’t need no visa

I used to love her when I swang on Vogues

Roll it up, pour it up slow

Playin' flix on the screen, he said down for the team

Till I tell her, tell her anything goes

Speakers with the twitters & the lows

If she born to ride, gotta rule this pole

Prob it up, bob it up, pose

And she a freak from my seats in the show

I keep her geeked up the beats

And the boss slimin' dough too cold

With a heat full of hope

I know she love when I talk that P.I.M.P

Split her peach then I quinch till it’s sold

I keep her coming back, running back

Hit her with my cadillac now she might never let go

Cause she never been chopped in school

Plus she love my convertible flow