Lyrics

Instrumental Gotta bless the bottle First you bless the bottle Befo you speak bless the bottle yeah A quarter sum M's just sound too easy Like I can get that shit in no time So anything under some M's That come from a label I promise I won't sign I fuck with the white That shit got me up so why would they racially profile Got a ride with a chopper and a pistol Why both cuz niggas be playin on both sides I don't fuck with piggies got a bigger bank Had to slut her out cause her nigga can't Drew Brees on me but I'm not a Saint Got them demons on me watch me demonstrate You swear you a solider but what is your rank You livin and breathin so why you complainin Gotta get to the money the block out the pain Only way to stay safe is you gotta be dangerous Soon as I hop off the plane yeah Gotta go pick up a burner Doing the dash down 285 she busy I told her just meet me in Smyrna They sick, they trap been Canada Dry So fuck it I gave em a Vernors And before I give my life to God lil nigga I'll fuck around and commit a murder My bitches can't smile at a nigga no flirtin Don't play wit my feelins they already hurtin I need me some chickens that didn't come from Church's Like they treat you bad when you a good person If it's wasn't for my past I wouldn't be this person They use to laugh but I just kept workin Had to run it up now I'm a hunnid up Now hit the stash for one of these verses nigga Before I go back broke I probably break a million promises I vent to myself they don't give no fuck about yo problems A loyal bitch who ain't gon play bout you You hit the lotto yeah Before I say my grace Its only right I bless the bottle yeah Gotta a habit of blessing the bottle I might say some shit that I probably don't mean I got people that ask for my blessings But where is they at whenever I need em I'm afraid to put in my all today And look up tomorrow she leavin How the hell can I lie to my bitch Then go tell the truth to my demons Six figures later same nigga all I changed is my clothes I then lost niggas I then lost bitches Guess they wasn't apart of my goals I got two baby mamas, my circle got smaller Shit deeper than potholes I told bro we aint missin no plays Fuck it bring the clientele to my shows To enter my trap you gotta sign in I came from the rough I'm a diamond I'll show you love if you lock in Took him from his plug had to bribe him I'm the one they gotta talk to in third person Must I remind them Went from a O to a Block Like Lil Durk and King Von nem Play if you want this shit can get crucial Niggas ain't Yeezy but they steady boostin Told lil shawty I ain't tryna seduce her I know I can be a lil toxic like Future Like Hawaiian Punch this bitch tried to juice me Can't promise you love cause I am not Luther Can't have a good team nobody producing You need a U-Haul the way that you movin I need a U-Haul to switch up the spots Told bro trade the guns let me shoot the glock And she ain't my bitch but I'm cashin her out First let's build a bond ain't talking about stocks We don't use a glove I ain't tryna box Ain't rich like Roddy but still get the box I know all yo business I know all yo spots Can't be seen in person with niggas they hot Befo I go back broke I probably break a million promises I vent to myself they Don't give a fuck about your problems A loyal bitch who ain't gon play bout you You hit the lotto yeah Before I say my grace it's only right I bless the bottle Gotta habit of blessing the bottle I might say some shit that I probably don't mean I got people that ask for my blessings But where is they at whenever I need 'em I'm afraid to put in my all today And look up tomorrow she leavin How the hell can I lie to my bitch Then go tell the truth to demons
Writer(s): D. Wade, Dominique Maybanks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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