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Poppin Them Bottles (feat. Curren$Y & Mack Maine)

Face up

No Ceilings, No Ceilings

NoI'm standin' at a table full of choppas, niggaI'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga

And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama, nigga

Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga

If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga

If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga

If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly, nigga

Now you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga

She tryna put this money in a stocking

She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers

My niggas really blood and you just spottin'We all over the bread like a sloppy joe

And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off

My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art

Man I swear to God these pussies soft like a mark

Weezy, baby, diaper off, different cloth

Different thoughts, sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short

Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his cars, fuck

I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas

Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' 'bout McDonald's

I'm standin' at a table full of choppas

I'm standin' in a Maybach cause it's topless

I'm standin' at a table full of options

Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings

And we ain't got no traitors in our posse

And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy

And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome

My whole squad lit, nigga, arson

If you ain't got no skaters you ain't all in, nigga

If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party, nigga

Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley, nigga

I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, nigga

And me, I'm a lil 504, New Orleans, nigga

I be in 305, though like a Marlin, nigga

And Hoodie, he from Texas, bitches boppin', man

And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drankWhen we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank

Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything

Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings

Get it with the real niggas and expose lames

Cold game got me in the Mo sane

Killin' these streets, audio drug slang

If you don't collect Ferraris you ain't poppin', nigga

You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches

If it ain't OG I ain't coppin'

Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage

Them niggas ain't tough, we just talkin'

Outchea after dark, them niggas targets

Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters

Trill surround us, you might not make it out of

Phone calls in the morning say they found him

Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it

Rolled up on the front porch

At my grandma's house watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door

What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war?

I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, nigga

Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down

Our town, children be firin' live rounds

Hug the ground cause this shit gettin' serious

Fuck around, get killed unintentional

When I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods

Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce

I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth

Digital moves, triple the loot

Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe"

I thought it through, called back, told him, "Give me two"

That's what I do

If you ain't got no Daytons you ain't poppin' nigga

One time for my lowriders hoppin', nigga

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