Bottom of The Bottle
Uh, life's a bitch and you know that (ayy)
My lil' bro up the road and he roll that (ayy)
I hit my first lick and bought a throwback (ayy)
I know some lame niggas that want they to back (that want they ho back)
Daddy tried to learn me, but I'm hard-headed (ayy)
Pop bitch flirtin', got my palms sweatin' (ayy)
I'm dancin' with the devil, it got my squad ready, uh (ayy)
Niggas sweeter than some diabetics, uh (sweeter than some diabetics)
Touch the meter in the new Mercedes, uh
93 Supreme, you blowin' on unleaded, uh (you)
Pop a Percocet for perfect sex, uh (for perfect sex)
I should duck a bitch and make her work her neck (and work your neck)
My lil' nigga hate them pistols, he gon' grease the TEC (gon' grease the TEC)
Money got me tweakin' like I got Tourette's (like I got Tourette's)
My lil' girl need some new barrettes (new barrettes), huh
Uh, she can't even drive, she finna get a check
Bottom of the bottle got me on one
Tried to see what you on, you ain't on nothin'
Let's take over the land, I gotta own somethin'
Life fun, I can tell by who I'm gettin' dough from
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
I just got a check and I blew that (ayy)
Police come around, I never knew that (ayy)
Nigga pocket watchin', where my tool at? (ayy)
I drunk all of the lean, where the boot at? (Yeah)
I dick her down on them downers (on them downers)
I prance around in designer (in designer)
I show this cash as a reminder (as a reminder)
You niggas ain't on my level (you niggas ain't on my level, ayy)
I stuff a raw with a seventh (stuff a raw with a seventh), uh
I pray my dawgs all in Heaven (pray my dawgs all in heaven), uh
I can love you if you let me (love you if you let me)
Oops, that's just the bottom of the Henny, yeah (bottom of the Henny)
Yeah, I came from rags to richs, yeah (came from rags to riches, yeah)
Yeah, I fuck the baddest bitches, yeah (fuck the baddest bitches, yeah)
I pour a four and then I sip it, yeah (pour a four and sip it, yeah)
I pop a Xanax, I feel different, yeah
Bottom of the bottle got me on one
Tried to see what you on, you ain't on nothin'
Let's take over the land, I gotta own somethin'
Life fun, I can tell by who I'm gettin' dough from
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
My lil' bro up the road and he roll that (ayy)
I hit my first lick and bought a throwback (ayy)
I know some lame niggas that want they to back (that want they ho back)
Daddy tried to learn me, but I'm hard-headed (ayy)
Pop bitch flirtin', got my palms sweatin' (ayy)
I'm dancin' with the devil, it got my squad ready, uh (ayy)
Niggas sweeter than some diabetics, uh (sweeter than some diabetics)
Touch the meter in the new Mercedes, uh
93 Supreme, you blowin' on unleaded, uh (you)
Pop a Percocet for perfect sex, uh (for perfect sex)
I should duck a bitch and make her work her neck (and work your neck)
My lil' nigga hate them pistols, he gon' grease the TEC (gon' grease the TEC)
Money got me tweakin' like I got Tourette's (like I got Tourette's)
My lil' girl need some new barrettes (new barrettes), huh
Uh, she can't even drive, she finna get a check
Bottom of the bottle got me on one
Tried to see what you on, you ain't on nothin'
Let's take over the land, I gotta own somethin'
Life fun, I can tell by who I'm gettin' dough from
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
I just got a check and I blew that (ayy)
Police come around, I never knew that (ayy)
Nigga pocket watchin', where my tool at? (ayy)
I drunk all of the lean, where the boot at? (Yeah)
I dick her down on them downers (on them downers)
I prance around in designer (in designer)
I show this cash as a reminder (as a reminder)
You niggas ain't on my level (you niggas ain't on my level, ayy)
I stuff a raw with a seventh (stuff a raw with a seventh), uh
I pray my dawgs all in Heaven (pray my dawgs all in heaven), uh
I can love you if you let me (love you if you let me)
Oops, that's just the bottom of the Henny, yeah (bottom of the Henny)
Yeah, I came from rags to richs, yeah (came from rags to riches, yeah)
Yeah, I fuck the baddest bitches, yeah (fuck the baddest bitches, yeah)
I pour a four and then I sip it, yeah (pour a four and sip it, yeah)
I pop a Xanax, I feel different, yeah
Bottom of the bottle got me on one
Tried to see what you on, you ain't on nothin'
Let's take over the land, I gotta own somethin'
Life fun, I can tell by who I'm gettin' dough from
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
Bottom of the bottle
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Writer(s): Krishon Gaines, Markeyvuis Cathey
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