Sour (feat. Haffa)

Bring out them bottles dont want no flares with it
Standin on couches dont do the chairs nigga
Hella sour champagne showers hella sour champagne showers
Wavy shit we gettin lit fuckin this money up with the click
Hella sour champagne showers hella sour champagne showers

Turning up wit the gang you know the block all in the build
Henny bottles all around just tell em put it on the bill
I only ride big body those dont fit no small wheels
And like them ball players we be all out in the field
Tru Religion wit the fade Gucci shades couple bucks
Gold cuban on the neck but Im Puerto Rican as fuck
All my niggas ride foreigns all my bitches like to stunt
N Im good wit the plug so I can get it on the front
I like rubber bands around the money I like bitches wit some back
I like dutchies an the loud I like em both back to back
Back to back and im still charged up
And if you aint getting money best advice is boss up
Im not polite I tell her pull them titties out we rollin up
You know them dollars get to flying every time we pullin up
Rollin dice, spilling liquor snap chatting me
The pussy tryna cut you out the picture
Its for the Block

Bring out them bottles dont want no flares with it
Standin on couches dont do the chairs nigga
Hella sour champagne showers hella sour champagne showers
Wavy shit we gettin lit fuckin this money up with the click
Hella sour champagne showers hella sour champagne showers

Soon as I step in the door shorty lightin that backwood for me
Bottles of grand cru I'll pass on that ac homie
See y'all got a little change but yall niggas still act corny
Threw the bouncer some bread let me pass with the strap on me with the homie
Packin the VI with bitches only
Feet cost your rent shorty watch where you goin
Too lit too much sauce im too on
Chandon Dom Pérignon shots of Patron
We gon turn this shit to a show got the baddest bitches doin the most
Raise your bottles lets have a toast
Pourin Remy all on the floor rip to my bros
Super flexin this picture perfect they only hatin because they hurtin
Brought his bitch to the club he gettin nervous
Killin this fly shit I do it on purpose

Bring out them bottles don't want no flares with it
Standin on couches don't do the chairs nigga
Hella sour champagne showers hella sour champagne showers
Wavy shit we gettin lit fuckin this money up with the click
Hella sour champagne showers hella sour champagne showers