Bottle My p*ss lyrics

[Intro: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Yeah
Uh

[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Remember when I couldn't get into college
I never thought that I'd be living like this
Now all these n*ggas be mad that we made it
These n*ggas be hatin', they ballin' they fist
Alexander McQueen, I mix that with the Prada
Mix that with the Louis, mix that with the wrist
So much lean in my cup, you could bottle my p*ss
I'm too high in this b*tch, so please, don't take no pics

[Verse 1: CoolboiFresh]
I know some n*ggas that pull up and wet your whole block just for a three-point-five
I know some n*ggas that say that they killers, I pull up with killers, see fake in they eyes
I know some n*ggas that's sayin' they real, but they pull up, they 3.14, pi
I know some n*ggas that say that they livin' like that but not livin' like that, they a lie
n*ggas some hoes and sh*t, they not playin' they role and sh*t
I'ma stick to the script, they gon' pay for a check, I'ma keep me a Roll' and sh*t
I might pop me a 'script and go f*ck on that b*tch, I might go and promote the kid
And these hoes suck di*ks to they throat, send Shwinny in, like, "Man, you know it"

[Verse 2: Shogee2k]
Uh, 2K baby and I'm at it again
Grew up around addicts so I'm bustin' packs if I'm needin' my chicken, f*ck minimum wage
I seen my dog whip that sh*t all in the kitchen but I wasn't trippin'
I earned my own earnings, I'm punchin' the place
Now that I'm workin', I can afford a plate
Flippin' the table on people who do what I do
Put in, I got what it take, do you know what is at stake?
All in my room, I was a jit, all full of hate
Wlways entombed with my mistakes
Mama done told me, "Boy, you cannot fold
You chosen, know that you always been great"
Well, Mama, just know I keep my heart frozen, [?]
[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Remember when I couldn't get into college
I never thought that I'd be living like this
Now all these n*ggas be mad that we made it
These n*ggas be hatin', they ballin' they fist
Alexander McQueen, I mix that with the Prada
Mix that with the Louis, mix that with the wrist
So much lean in my cup, you could bottle my p*ss
I'm too high in this b*tch, so please, don't take no pics

[Verse 3: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Me and my n*ggas done ran up a bag hella quick 'cause we know that there's no time to waste
[?] myself 'til I see my sh*t goin' up, that let me know I should pick up the pace
'Member n*ggas I knew from way back in the day that got caught in the game and they caught 'em a case
If you was not f*ckin' with South Strip and DILLINGER, don't pass that block 'cause that sh*t probably laced
I sold bro my own songs, don't need promo for bars, so my food on the floor, I'ma eat like a dog
I ain't payin' no n*gga to review my song, why the f*ck would I pay you? I'll put myself on
She shakin' that ass like she just had a seizure, her ass is so fat that it gave me a fever
We got too much drip, so we might need a mop, keep a stick by the door in the recording spot

[Verse 4: Shwinn]
Came from the mud, we ain't never had toys, just twenty-twos, nine-millimeters, four-fives
Grew up an tripled my digits, our decimals different, this 7.62 in my fye
Ain't sh*t to beef with a n*gga, I'm not one to go back and forth, you be known to switch sides
n*ggas been actin' like b*tches, I swear to God, you can see it when they di*kride
Now my hoes is lit, tell my shawty, "Them hoes is sis'"
Better run with a pole, I insist, and all of my foes still b*tch
You'd think it was 2:00 AM how me and my friends still goin' in
Better watch how you come out your trap, pus*y, you steal a pack and I'll roll your mans
[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Remember when I couldn't get into college
I never thought that I'd be living like this
Now all these n*ggas be mad that we made it
These n*ggas be hatin', they ballin' they fist
Alexander McQueen, I mix that with the Prada
Mix that with the Louis, mix that with the wrist
So much lean in my cup, you could bottle my p*ss
I'm too high in this b*tch, so please, don't take no pics