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