Lyrics:
a bottle
I'm bout to pop the top on 'em
Like a slab or a model
Turn it upside down
And pour it out for my lil' bro
And pass me another one so I can pour
cars ya'll playin' around in the park
Thug holiday rest in peace Lil Purp its true them demons gone for real truth hurts
Okay just one more pill I'm
pants and his shoes
He opened his eyes and saw that barrel goin' boom
Nigga, yeah
I see niggas in this bitch
Stuntin', poppin' bottles
Gettin'
We have them b****es like it was unplugged
Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged
We have them b****es like it was unplugged
Weezy, Fresh,
in a Benz
Studio session, go in
Tell them lil' niggas I said for them not to walk in
Up with the Glock, let off 10
Poppin' them bottles of lean
Haynes
I'm poppin' collars from California to D.C
I'm in the VIP, Louis bottles and Hennessey
I'm putting mileage on 20-inches and 23's
I'm flippin'
you better turn up,
you got all the plugs, even wayne came to yo house"
Gold bottles in my kitchen
Candles in my restroom
And i sent her ass to my
[Lil Wayne]
They call me gangsta gangsta
Weezy, Weezy
Lil Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
I'ma big
Haynes
I'm poppin' collars from California to D.C
I'm in the VIP, Louis bottles and Hennessey
I'm putting mileage on 20-inches and 23's
I'm flippin'
it (ayy)
You got it, girl, you got (yeah)
Pretty lil' thing, you got a bag and now you wildin'
You just took it off the lot, no mileage
Way they
block, I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My sell is ten a ki
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop
(Zaytoven)
Trap shit
Trap shit (huh)
Trap shit
Trap shit
Sellin' Vin Diesel, strong Cookie, that Keisha
Gucci poppin' P's like Georgia just
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for
Got my deal without a demo, Tunechi
So much fire, more fire
Let's get it, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
And she gave him some head
Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say
Ooh, I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', popping bottles
Getting drunk
open, I'm with some niggas who all 'bout that action
Poppin' them bottles, you look outside, see them foreigns
She get them dollars out them niggas cause
took the fuckin' ceiling off
It's Lil Wayne, and this is (yeah)
Another one
(Uh)
First she straight, now the bitch bi-curious
Booty out the A, but
on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No x-o if you don't want to get loose
My potnas in the club and we chillin' to the max
Poppin' bottles, blowin'
[Lil Wayne talking]
Drought 3, yeahhhh aint shit to say
hahahaha bitch oh streis, snack lemme get em
You kno we strap all day and ride all night
MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck on the dick, now the bitch
Yeah, I got the fire on me, I keep the chopper close by
That's just my philosophy
Misery loves company and I don't need the misery
House full
Or You'll Be Coughin Up A Lung
Harlem Where We From
So Of Course We Gettin Drunk (Twisted)
We Hit The Parties, Poppin Bottles Just For Fun (Ballin)
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
Take several down, lock it in
Got a stash, brought another bill
Pay you off before I shot and kill
Tell them other trenches that I ain't fell
I throw
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