Lyrics:
pointing fingers off at your trial (damn)
My Rolls-Royce with my driver in it
Gettin' fucked up 'cause I ain't got to drive (yeah)
That Kendrick on them
service, She likes the sound.
By 2am we were hitting the town.
Chorus: Ride on the beat, bottles on ice, never shy on the beat, V.I.P. lights. Give me two
off bottle rockets and
Drinking beer
Won't be the same
Without you here
It'll be just like
When we were young
Without the pain
But all the fun
Moved
a double or eh)
Somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right? (I don't know)
Y'all pall me that bottle
And I'll sing you
we don't need to sparklers or nothin',
Just keep the bottles coming all night
Yeah so bring the Veuve Clicquot
We about to hit the big 3.O
Party
Smoking so much weed
I feel higher than a rocket
U cant tell me what i need
Cause i got money in my pocket
He claim to be da plug
But no connects
I been playin' with some midgies, baby, mama know I'm paid
This shit ain't nothin' bout us, kiddo, but we shittin' on some competition
I done made it
You come to the city it's bound to get litty
We choppin' it up with a bad little bitty
I'm throwin' in money the bottles were fifty
Invited a bitch
a double or eh)
Somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right? (I don't know)
Y'all pall me that bottle
And I'll sing you
say no man
Step up step up bottle broken
Think I'm jokin'
I've been told so many sagas
He brings the drama, six baby mamas
But uh ooh
I can't
bitch
But what can I say
I can nail these tracks as of late
That's not something that is up to debate
When I'm in the booth I don't hesitate
Freestyling
higher
I came back out the blue
Fuck the 9, I'm droppin' fire
Take a seat by the booth
I got bottles and a driver
But I got Backwoods and a lighter
Say I'm
a double or eh)
Somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right? (I don't know)
Y'all pall me that bottle
And I'll sing you
my bitch is hard to impress, she ain't gon
Accept nothin' less my bitch hard to impress, she ain't gon accept nothing less, yeah I got my foot on they
i told you a million times
Can't tell me nothin
If I told you once I told you a million times
Can't tell me nothin
But they keep talking though...
like its nothin
Ride around clean like
Going out late night, I got em on edge
What they gon say, bottles on me
Got a couple K, its about time we get up
I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I'm coming for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I'm coming for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
empty by the lampshade
I'm out of Excedrin again, great
Too early to tell, but at this rate
I'm thinkin' this might be a bad day
I walk out
Hadda go fuck up the function
Pour out the blood red no this ain't tussin'
I hadda empty out all of the bottles you know that we had that shit
Left-handed, money swing
Driver's pink, ain't nothin' major
Got two Masters, no double major
But one master, I praise and thank him
I do it
Ok, ok, ok I
a good night Feeling all right
Bright lights smiling on us
Finished the show Packed up to go
And we headed outside to the bus
Talking to the driver This
No tellin when it could be yo last
Fuck what day it is we celebrating anyways
Bottle after bottle soon as I get my dinner plate
Before noon an I’m
to duck
But half his face landed by me bloody fried as fuck
People shootin up like bottle rockets nothin can stop them
Your starin at the floor catchin all
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