Bottle Top (feat. Big Gotti)

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Boe Gunna

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(Yea)
(Yea)
(Big Boe shit nigga)
(Gunna)

If he ain't on his block we shake his spot and pop his bottle top
Gotti got the drac I got the forty glock
(Forty glock forty glock forty glock)
It's like a race who can do this shit the fastest I put belt to assess
Gunna like this shit a lil bit faster he got the switch up on the forty glock
(Forty glock forty glock forty glock)

(Ay big Gotti)
Me and big Boe up in this bitch right now you play it's a crime scene
We got Glocks we got Dracs hit ya block with everything
I ain't leaving no witnesses coming through hitting everything
B o e that's the family free Mac up out the slammer
And we run the whole hood nigga play get put to sleep
Brains out yellow tape hit your block nobody safe
We got bows for the low come and get you some for cheap
Wedding cake gumbo pack CMO you know it's that

1k crazy ain't no nigga never play with me get put to sleep
In the East everyday ain't no nigga never played
Spook you niggas really know who shooting choppers that's me
Big Gotti I'm a g yea I keep a pistol on me
I'm a call up Splatt up he gone put you underneath
That's my twin Slime God he gone kill you just for free
I'm a call up Splatt up he gone put you underneath
That's my twin Slime God he gone kill you just for free

If he ain't on his block we shake his spot and pop his bottle top
Gotti got the drac I got the forty glock
(Forty glock forty glock forty glock)
It's like a race who can do this shit the fastest I put belt to assess
Gunna like this shit a lil bit faster he got the switch up on the forty glock
(Forty glock forty glock forty glock)

(Gunna)
Riding around with my top gone like JF Kennedy
If pressure burst pipes then I'm blowing stepping on my enemies
Ain't no pressure behind no bitch nigga is you kidding me
Niggas turn sucker for pussy giving me clit energy
I been fucked these bitches so of course they gone come for me
Nicknamed Ricky "Lil Holster" he gone hold a gun for me
All my guns black and stay with me like they my mini me
Naw that hoe ain't slow but I guarentee she go dumb for me

Bodies on the ground with sheets but this ain't no picnic
Ain't got to go to ATL for Tay to get your wig split
Try and walk inside my shoes all you niggas misfits
Lo be catching plays sent the bomb and he gone score six
All these fifties on my sticks look like I sell drum kits
Wassaname be catching bodies he don't like to snap pics
Mac be running it up ain't stopping him from hitting licks
Pass little bro the ball and make a way bitch I be setting picks

If he ain't on his block we shake his spot and pop his bottle top
Gotti got the drac I got the forty glock
(Forty glock forty glock forty glock)
It's like a race who can do this shit the fastest I put belt to assess
Gunna like this shit a lil bit faster he got the switch up on the forty glock
(Forty glock forty glock forty glock)

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