Bottles

Plenty bottles of liquor Don't drink yo life away Made you fall in September Met you back in the May Met you back in like May Broke like this passionless place I always be MIA but got that heat like I'm Wade Poe me a cup of unknown now I can't feel my face Shorty off in my zone, hol up now what you say? "You can't be my n**** , you got too many "sistas" Ain't no one buyin that shit, we know you prolly hit em" Oh who told you my business, liquor got you talkin senseless Roll me up some more spinach, I done passed up all my limits Grew my wings I'm fly like quidditch and I'm catchin' all the snitches ay ay Shouts out to Ali Shaheed, know I brought the tribe wit me Mos Def we all Blackstars, shouts out to Talib Kweli Look at my life and look at yours, get some ambition, why you bored? I'm gone off all this liquor Patron and apple juice I don't care the mixture I'm 100 proof I'm no phony n**** I got all the juice So tell all ya sistas To bring her homies through That's exactly what this sound like 40 ounce bottle f*** a 40 pound model and a thick shawty shaped like a bottle She blacken out and wake up tomorrow Drink the bottle, then pop moscato, we celebrate like we won the lotto She gassed me up and took out the nozzle, now you playin wit fire, get burnt to fossils ay Poe me up Poe my cup One more blunt Roll me up Poe my cup Poe me up One more blunt Roll me up All my gars get filled wit good In my hood we call it "clutch" We don't f*** wit snitches n**** I don't f*** wit starsky and hutch Ay ay ay Now back to the bottom of the map Back to the bottom of the map wit a track for the homies wit a bottle of the jack Ay Shorty get poed wit the moet Spread ya ocean open like Moses You are now rockin wit the coldest flow switch, back to that daily scheduled dope shit