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  • Yeah, yeah Storch
    That's what I'm talkin' about, my ******
    Bottles & up, BS what up, ******?
    Bottles & up, no's and G's know
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    The club, shorty what get buck
    The club, real G's roll up
    The club, fight it out get drunk
    The club, act wild, tear it up
    Introducin' the nemesis, you've heard of me
    Into the rebel, the legend, the rock the party took me to a new level
    I'm a bad mother******a, stones colored, illuminatin'
    Roll up to the joint and the girls love it, the ******s hate it
    Unstoppable, position myself to get cheddar
    Incredible with these lyrics, I'm only gettin' better
    I'm on a sour, my ******s, we poppin' vouf man
    Don't want no bottles for ******s, you 'bout to lose, man
    Buyin' bottles for brodies, you know it's nothin', dawg
    Crush you something later fo sho, she breakin' somethin' off
    Soon as zino step through the door she got it jumpin' off
    Grab your chick and head to the floor, I'm callin' all the dawgs
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    The club, shorty what get buck
    The club, real G's roll up
    The club, fight it out get drunk
    The club, act wild, tear it up
    This one's for my ******s got felonies, we's haulin' at the bar
    Throwin' Hypno and Henesie, she ******' with the hulk
    We continue to roll and blow the best trees
    Puff an ounce in the club, lookin' for sour D's
    Plus downin' bottles of bub like it was ice tea, only bottles & up
    That's if you like me, you got keys (?)
    Fellin' lucky like a Celtics clover, lil' spit, lil' flip
    Now the game is over, I'm on a mission ain't finished until I'm done
    Make the crowd move wild like I'm bustin' the gun
    Everybody hallucinatin', somebody set it off
    You're callin' security, now it's
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    The club, shorty what get buck
    The club, real G's roll up
    The club, fight it out get drunk
    The club, act wild, tear it up
    (Bottles & up)
    Apologies are never accepted, I'm on another level
    Probably try to get me arrested because I'm so ghetto
    So many victims of homicide accountable for only thorough ******s
    Who want to ride or die with me
    Poured a bottle out for homies who ain't here
    Incarcerated ******s with numbers be gettin' mad years
    I'm number 34, beyond all the glory
    I'm the truth like the 'E! True Hollywood Stories', ******
    Zino king of the city, I'm 'bout to lock it down
    Silly rap get smacked, let's get it poppin' now
    Big dawg and I dop it the best
    I'm in the club with a code million debt on my chest
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    The club, shorty what get buck
    The club, real G's roll up
    The club, fight it out get drunk
    The club, act wild, tear it up
    Bottles & up
    Boston get it poppin'
    Bottles & up
    MIA get it poppin'
    Bottles & up
    New York get it poppin
    Ounces & up
    LA get it poppin'
    Bottles & up
    Philadelphia get it poppin'
    Bottles & up
    ATL keep it poppin'
    Bottles & up
    Chi-Town get it poppin'
    Ounces & up
    Zino, uggy what up ******
    (Bottles & up)
    Yeah
    (Bottles & up)
  • Yeah, yeah Storch
    That's what I'm talkin' about, my ******
    Bottles & up, BS what up, ******?
    Bottles & up, no's and G's know
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    The club, shorty what get buck
    The club, real G's roll up
    The club, fight it out get drunk
    The club, act wild, tear it up
    Introducin' the nemesis, you've heard of me
    Into the rebel, the legend, the rock the party took me to a new level
    I'm a bad mother******a, stones colored, illuminatin'
    Roll up to the joint and the girls love it, the ******s hate it
    Unstoppable, position myself to get cheddar
    Incredible with these lyrics, I'm only gettin' better
    I'm on a sour, my ******s, we poppin' vouf man
    Don't want no bottles for ******s, you 'bout to lose, man
    Buyin' bottles for brodies, you know it's nothin', dawg
    Crush you something later fo sho, she breakin' somethin' off
    Soon as zino step through the door she got it jumpin' off
    Grab your chick and head to the floor, I'm callin' all the dawgs
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    The club, shorty what get buck
    The club, real G's roll up
    The club, fight it out get drunk
    The club, act wild, tear it up
    This one's for my ******s got felonies, we's haulin' at the bar
    Throwin' Hypno and Henesie, she ******' with the hulk
    We continue to roll and blow the best trees
    Puff an ounce in the club, lookin' for sour D's
    Plus downin' bottles of bub like it was ice tea, only bottles & up
    That's if you like me, you got keys (?)
    Fellin' lucky like a Celtics clover, lil' spit, lil' flip
    Now the game is over, I'm on a mission ain't finished until I'm done
    Make the crowd move wild like I'm bustin' the gun
    Everybody hallucinatin', somebody set it off
    You're callin' security, now it's
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    The club, shorty what get buck
    The club, real G's roll up
    The club, fight it out get drunk
    The club, act wild, tear it up
    (Bottles & up)
    Apologies are never accepted, I'm on another level
    Probably try to get me arrested because I'm so ghetto
    So many victims of homicide accountable for only thorough ******s
    Who want to ride or die with me
    Poured a bottle out for homies who ain't here
    Incarcerated ******s with numbers be gettin' mad years
    I'm number 34, beyond all the glory
    I'm the truth like the 'E! True Hollywood Stories', ******
    Zino king of the city, I'm 'bout to lock it down
    Silly rap get smacked, let's get it poppin' now
    Big dawg and I dop it the best
    I'm in the club with a code million debt on my chest
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
    My ******s don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
    Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
    Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
    The club, shorty what get buck
    The club, real G's roll up
    The club, fight it out get drunk
    The club, act wild, tear it up
    Bottles & up
    Boston get it poppin'
    Bottles & up
    MIA get it poppin'
    Bottles & up
    New York get it poppin
    Ounces & up
    LA get it poppin'
    Bottles & up
    Philadelphia get it poppin'
    Bottles & up
    ATL keep it poppin'
    Bottles & up
    Chi-Town get it poppin'
    Ounces & up
    Zino, uggy what up ******
    (Bottles & up)
    Yeah
    (Bottles & up)