BOTTLE DOG Lyrics

Nah, nigga, I swear to God, I'm in a ranked Warzone game right now

prone, nigga, cause I had to holla at you, bro

The first jump, um, the first jump you sent me, I didn't look at the name or whatever

Um, but first of all, nigga, the keyboard on that bitch is fire, nigga

That fuckin' Friday the 13th drill vibe, nigga

Yeah, bitch hard, nigga, ambiance crazy

Um, and who the fuck is Dre tha Wiz, nigga

Who is that nigga

That nigga spit on that bitch

Son, where'd you find this

Nigga, fuckin', on that fuckin' track,

You asking bout the 6 how bout you go and take a trip, bring a extra clip

Cause every single 5th

Come with a stick before he see the circle niggas ain't gon

Recognize the whip, switch to RiPs, cause lately niggas eatin' hollow tips

Lovin' on her soul, I only love the way she swallow dick

She sellin' CPNs, I hit a line to get the gang a crib

I was fucked up, woke up like I'ma change the way I live

I brought these chains so I could shine the light, I'm livin' and been dim

Easy to comprehend, anytime you don't pretend

We was on the 6, standin' 6 to 6, just lockin' in

Kept a screw in my revolver, it don't lock without the pin

Now it's XDs and different type of Glocks, I swap the gen

Brought The FNN, they hear that missile whistlin' in the wind

Bixty tell me get him, you gon' hear somebody did him in

Tucked the paper from the groupie, she reach, I'ma knock a noggin' off

This ain't no headache, you can fix up with no Tylenol

We crack his head, bang the toast, yellin' Mazel Tov

My shooter just quit his job, he said he'd rather bottle Dog

This ain't no headache, you can fix up with no Tylenol

He just quit his job, he said he'd rather bottle Dog

He ain't got no money, still be livin' off them bitches, tryin' buy a biscuit

Nigga, everything here competition

We spend money on these hammers, don't be comin' nothin' skinny

At least $650.00 just for me to step out and get busy

We put bags on the glizzies if we rock out with the switchie

It's too many shells and they all assorted, we ain't picky

And I clicky clicky anytime I pop out with this semi

Don't be talkin' bout no paper, you ain't step out and get Benny's

They be poppin it

See him in real life and they ain't got the shit

IG followers, they only accomplishin'

Talkin' shit to real gangsters, now we need a Dr quick

When they start to whip