White Acid - Bottle

Hit the club with your baby and she looking like a model
She up in the section, sucking on the bottle
In the coupe do the dash, don't follow
No point, no tip like hollows
She'll fuck, she'll suck, she'll swallow
Money in my pants falling down so I waddle
Got the beef and the shells like tacos
Making cheese, that's nachos

Pull up on your block and I spin it
Huracan coupe got me dizzy when I'm in it
I just made a band then I spent it
I be passing bills like the motherfucking senate
Gunning, pull up on your block and you running, running
I just got a stick hold a hunnid, hunnid
Said he want the smoke, if he send it I'm coming
And all my money getting younger like It's Benjamin Button
Swear that I don't ever lose cause I'm getting it back
Get my money doubled up like I'm flipping a pack
Meanwhile he can't even move cause he sipping on act
I be doing what I do and I be spitting the facts
I was sitting on my ass now I'm up in the game
They still ain't got nothing except something to say
I be going to the bank cause every hunnid I save
I ain't even wanna talk unless there's money to make
And If you ever wanna get me, I be up on the block
Swear that I be so smooth, I don't step when I walk
They be going like ooh when they look at the watch
They like how the fuck you spend my house note on a clock
And I can't ever trust that dude he prolly sleep in his socks
He prolly couldn't even shoot If you gave him a Glock
Even if he had the key he couldn't open the lock
That's the reason ima do it and the reason he's not
Backwood what I'm smoking
OG got me floating
So high to the sky that my eyes won't even open
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you joking
Tell me that you want me
Baby tell me where we going
I see that look in your eyes, baby
You got no business looking fine, baby
That ain't no reason to lie, baby
Please do not mess with my mind, baby
What are you looking to find, baby
Why am I wasting my time, baby
I don't need you in my life, baby
Only got love for my slimes, baby

Hit the club with your baby and she looking like a model
She up in the section, sucking on the bottle
In the coupe do the dash, don't follow
No point, no tip like hollows
She'll fuck, she'll suck, she'll swallow
Money in my pants falling down so I waddle
Got the beef and the shells like tacos
Making cheese, that's nachos

Written by:
Alex Stonecypher

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