Gold Bottle$ (feat. D'artagnan Marcellus, Ace Liberachi & $ammy Vegas)

Gold Bottles of Pino off the Smino, I'm feeling breezy Young Stevie Eyes wide shut to the madness I'm blasting and bucking 45 shots from a killer view Scope while I dope as I blow through this inter-tube Baseline banging, ears still ringing Daddy never coming home, I'm in it for the throne I said, baseline banging ears still ringing Daddy never coming home, I'm in it for the throne I spent 1k on some dinner, before I came and laid this verse Take a walk on instrumentals, running circles 'round the Earth I put drunk kids in a hearse, I put Chrome Hearts on her purse I got killers on alert, pressing lines and pouring purp Just cut the top, now I'm vertical Precision on precision, how I'm cutting through is surgical I'm sitting at the top, this shit a better view Rolling up this medical Much stronger off the vegetables, I politic with reputable's, put billing on they schedule My auntie still bangin' Relly locked in chains, man I gotta free my gang'n Gold chain hanging, pocket full of cheese Move at different speeds, and I roll exotic weed Flights overseas, design my own seams Please don't intervene, all my shit been going global Crypto by the boatload, trench coat Ricky O Back in macasino, while I chill in Portofino Gold Bottles of Pino off the Smino, I'm feeling breezy Young Stevie Eyes wide shut to the madness I'm blasting and bucking 45 shots from a killer view Scope while I dope as I blow through this inter-tube Baseline banging, ears still ringing Daddy never coming home, I'm in it for the throne I said, baseline banging, ears still ringing Daddy never coming home, I'm in it for the throne Face open Medusa head cover the whole body Eyes on me in all angles, ain't searching anyone Don't get excited, get better with timing Took a 5 point stance never played the linemen, I'm blocking all rivals I'm just a sandboxer, dark shades wear Prada's These the hater blockers, I'm still tryna find the love And that's relatively speaking Got these gold links and gold rings, seem to be the only thing to hold me snug Remind me of a mothers love, I never had a pop Just a block full of opps, and a trapper keeper Nice to meet ya, these melodies got her showing features It's a view with the crew, nigga we all leeches That mean we bloody, it's all to the muddy Word to this Cudi know it's day and night, no kidding The bag different, I walk expensive all linen Ain't racing to no finish, if ain't no pape I'm getting Gold Bottles of Pino off the Smino, I'm feeling breezy Young Stevie Eyes wide shut to the madness I'm blasting and bucking 45 shots from a killer view Scope while I dope as I blow through this inter-tube Baseline banging, ears still ringing Daddy never coming home, I'm in it for the throne I said, baseline banging, ears still ringing Daddy never coming home, I'm in it for the throne 1, 2, 3 One 1, 2, 3 Two Jordan on the White Sox Spin and get the block hot Heaters in the dashboard, this is what you asked for Fives and a 38 Back then pushing weight Monkey see monkey do, you niggas ain't bulletproof Pops did 23, Michael in a different league You niggas ain't in the field, you ain't even got the cleats Sammy, Wink Ace, DT KO, that's my slime with me