8k - Pour Me Up Lyrics

Pull up taking bottles
To the face and shit
Tongue numb from the rum
She can't taste the shit
We dead drunk but her mama
Ain't raise a bitch
Bottles up and we ain't tryna
Save a lick
Yea, 1 shot, 2 shot
3 shots, 4
1 thot, 2 thots, 3 thots, 4
Drinking henny on the rocks
Got lil mama on the floor
Stumbled in the parking lot
Niggas thinking she a whore
And we drinking all the rum
Saving none for later
She did 10 patron shots
Think I wanna date her
And she looking real hot
Think I wanna taste her
69 parking lot taste like now or laters
Pour me up a drink
Pour me up your best shot
Could be some Hennessy
Pineapple flavored Ciroc
You leave it up to me
Just hit me with some hand shots
But pour me up a drink
Just hit me with ya best shot
Got a fine lil thang and she like to pop bottles
She ain't like the other broads
She don't move with the models
When she pouring up a drink
I sit back, watch her swallow
8k set the trend and I bet they gone follow
Niggas walking round brainless
Head on hollow
When you see me pouring up
Hit the gas full throttle
And you know I'm in the field
I'm a real big baller
And I'm movin' with the steel
I'm a real shot caller, I'm wit Vicky
I'm wit Dre (I'm wit who)
Getting litty, at the bay
One Gang (one gang)
One Team (one team)
Pouring up the champ not the lean
Super clean (drip)
Super mean (ha)
Back then yea I was a trap fiend
Lotta tings, lotta bling
I'm LBJ 1k wit the rings
Taking big shots, of the Ciroc
And we posted, on yo block
No drop top, issa coupe (nah)
Girl don't stop, let's move and just
Pour me up a drink
Pour me up your best shot
Could be some Hennessy
Pineapple flavored Ciroc
You leave it up to me
Just hit me with some hand shots
But pour me up a drink
Just hit me with ya best shot
Walk through with all my chains on (ice)
Came up and put all my mans on (gang)
Feeling like superman I'mma put my cape on
Walked out and got a tan heater stay on
I'm strapped, keep an eye out I'mma blast
No cap
Dreco finish first, not last (not that)
Pour me up a cup let's toast (for that)
I'm the young nigga thats poppin' bands
I'm the young nigga getting bags like
There ain't no other option, I'm that nigga
(Huh) we gone flex (yea)
Real bosses can't turn back (nah)
Riding horses just jump in the back (skrrrt)
Pour me up a drink
Pour me up your best shot
Could be some Hennessy
Pineapple flavored Ciroc
You leave it up to me
Just hit me with some hand shots
But pour me up a drink
Just hit me with ya best shot