Bottoms Up (Freestyle) Lyrics

What do you mean I ain't him, lil nigga that's something we better get straight

I think Shawn Kemp shrunk, cause I keep a 40 right under my waist

Nigga got smacked till he lost all his taste, fuck nigga play he get in his face

He try runaway, I brought out the K, if that nigga survived ain't no time to go plate

That means i'll finish the job with minimum effort, havin the hoes like i'm Hugh Heffner

You got no goals no wonder you're desperate

She think she the star of the show she a extra

Bottoms up, I pour the wok in my cup cause I can't get enough

Wassup?

These nigga really getting violated, had to see the trials and the tribulations

He talking crazy but will he keep talking so crazy if that boy get decapitated

Smoking out the bong I evaporate it, you hear ding dong then the choppas waiting

Bricks up in the basement, shorty waiting, fuck her every angle i'm adjacent

13 in the clip, Jason

Niggas know i'm paper chasing

He say he get money he only see pink, i'm shittin on him with blue faces

I'm runnin this bitch like a track star, i'm a rap star

They knew better to let this hero in, now i'm under skin call me black tar

In this black car, its a push start only keys that I got is the bricks

Know a bitch named madison her ex was a square that nigga might meet this knick

That nigga might meet this cannon, no wonder they say that i'm wildin out, put Mariah Carey in her 20's in front of my face no divorce getting filed now, goddamn

All i want for Christmas is just you baby, goddamn

Talking hoes, yea, I might a few maybe, damn

No, I don't depend so boy tell me who made me

They too lazy, and they fugazy and i'm really him that's what you made me

I don't do traitors, I don't do haters, I just put them up like a elevator

I been elevating, more than ever on the helipad, cutting up just like propellers

Bitch, i'm fucking stellar, I went through the weather

Niggas acting scary like it's interstellar

I could never dwell her, don't know what to tell her

Boy, I put these lames niggas in a cellar and i'm not a seller but I could be

If i would be, what would you think?

Would you call me successful or bummy, let's ask my Gucci or this Louie

If my friend switch up he gone say that i'm pussy, nigga I thought that you knew me

When my friend switched up it was so damn petty now that nigga act like a groupie

Heard his ex bitch want make a movie

Heard his main bitch want me get her wet like jacuzzi

Like baby I really am flattered, but I gotta go so excuse me

I just like knowing, where you would be going if you ever had to be choosing

It was treason, but I really never had a reason to go and hadouken

Turn my beat back on, I never said I was done

Lil nigga i'm the chosen one, he don't wanna fight he gone pull out gun

But boy I got me one, no I got me two, three, four, I got enough guns to clear his crew

These niggas really want it to get tragic, semi-automatic let a nigga have it

Swerving into traffic, I don't ever panic

New coupe and that bitch is panaromic

New glock imma shoot till it's jammin

New thot and she love saying Camrhen

New blank imma use it when i'm scamming

News flash, I been that nigga, we know he knows english, but he finna act like this spanish

I make a fuck nigga vanish

I could be blindfolded with my hands tied I still got a advantage

See him out turn the wall to a canvas

College hoes wanna fuck on the campus

Call of Duty I rush everything while he sit in a corner that nigga be camping

No, that nigga be hiding, he never made a bitch wet like a siren

Pull up and I put this steel in his heart if he don't pay his dowry, Skyrim

He'd still be alive if you niggas ain't hype him

Still be alive if you boys really liked him

Still be alive if he never addressed me, work on your fighting instead of your typing

And I got the purple all up in my cup, imma snap if I don't get a sip imma titan

And I love all my niggas like Eren, mi casa, su casa they always invited

She get on top and she ride it, she gonna gasp when it slide in

But she is not my girl, i'm not Macaulay Culkin don't say my man

(Yea, and i'm not a seller but I could be, if I would be what would you think?

Would you call me successful or bummy?)

(All I want for Christmas is just you baby, goddamn

Talking hoes might have a few maybe, goddamn)

(Still be alive if them niggas ain't hyp him, still be alive if them boys really liked him

Bottoms up, bottoms up, yea, bottoms up!)