Gold Bottle ft. 2YUNG Lyrics

I don't need a stylist, got my self a bad bitch

Rollin down the highway, whip ain't nothin average

Pedal to the ground two o 3 plus or minus

Charger red eye baby so you know that's in mileage

Got ice in our cups, in my veins, pour it up

Gold bottle A U, baby I can't get enough

Call Surrey, Milwaukee, we all shooters for the bucks

Tell your bitch, make those lips, lookin pretty when she sucks

Im a demon, all my brothas Satan with the buffs

We haunt you in your sleep, for short call us chuck

Meant chucky but I really don't give a fuck

If you swing, I test your jaw, and you test your luck

Playin duck duck goose, you still actin like a kid

Playin fuck Mary kill with your bitch n her friend

We ridin through your city with a big body Benz

Double stack up the windows five percent tint

All that bullshit you be spitting invest in a mint

Pockets full of hunnids, in your pockets only lint

Went from window shopping to spending like a pimp

Now all these bitches on my dick cant take a hint

Got ice in our cups, in my veins, pour it up

Gold bottle A U, baby I can't get enough

Call Surrey, Milwaukee, we all shooters for the bucks

Tell your bitch, make those lips, lookin pretty when she sucks

Im a demon, all my brothas Satan with the buffs

We haunt you in your sleep, for short call us chuck

I meant chucky but honestly I really don't give a fuck

If you swing, I test your jaw, n test your fucken luck

My bros their my fam, my guys and my thugs

Not the type of people you reach out for a hug

We not the same I put three grams in the blunt

Your people nothing but some ugly average lookin mutts

It's heera baby, find me in the stu cookin up

in my groove baby, bust it down, fuck it up

Got a fat ass baby, arch your back,n throw it up

I'm makin music baby, hit your knees n suck it up

Got ice in our cups, in my veins, pour it up

Gold bottle A U, baby I can't get enough

Call Surrey, Milwaukee, we all shooters for the bucks

Tell your bitch, make those lips, lookin pretty when she sucks

Im a demon, all my brothas Satan with the buffs

We haunt you in your sleep, for short call us chuck

I meant chucky but honestly I really don't give a fuck

If you swing, I test your jaw, n test your fucken luck

Crazy how my brotha tought me so much being young

That's my guy, LOE forever showing love

Went from dirt, ripped shirts, to at the club turnin up

Now this puffy monclair got a homie burnin up

Angels they protect me, demons they respect me

Rollin with the hitters that ain't stoppin till u six feet

You a goofy lil bitch if you shoot you gon miss me

stackin money in the sum of hunnids n em fifty's

Got ice in our cups, in my veins, pour it up

Gold bottle A U, baby I can't get enough

Call Surrey, Milwaukee, we all shooters for the bucks

Tell your bitch, make those lips, lookin pretty when she sucks

Im a demon, all my brothas Satan with the buffs

We haunt you in your sleep, for short call us chuck

I meant chucky but honestly I really don't give a fuck

If you swing, I test your jaw, n test your fucken luck