(Verse 1)
V-Eye, ey, haha!
All I need is One Bottle
2models and no condoms
Cause that be like
Some halla through bottles and more problems
Acting stupid, grabbing booty
Namhlanje ak' lalwa siya dakwa
Drinking til' I feel the buzz
Cancer smokes to lift it up
Ohh sh** manje ngiyay' feel ipluk
Im fitnna f** and b**hes halla thick as f**
Krappa-krappa roll it up
One bottle up in my hand
And the second hand is for grabbing a**
Thats my autograph(signature)
n***a spliff up and I 2step
No sober b**hes I duesy
Move lames yall aynt cool hey?
Bottles up in the air
Fitna feel the joys of these b**hes
On my stick I mean im like "yeah"
Drink in my cup and im leaning
Fiending for more of these drinks
But f** it I'll just spit these heaters...
n***a like what do you think?
These bottles also keep coming
But I'm alright with One
She waiting up on my bottle
And waiting up for me to come!
(Hook)
One bottle, one bottle
2 models, no condoms one bottle
One bottle, 2 models
One bottle, no condom
What you know about that
(Verse 2) Big Kae
Okay its 1 bottle
I'm 2 steppin'
Its 3am and I'm turn't up
Its hella jays there's bankys too
You know we get em all burn't up
Spilt a drink on my favourite shirt
I'm ashin' jays on her favourite skirt
She came to party
She drank bacardi
She popped the molly
She acted gnarly
Bad b**h from a decent home
Lips luscious
They hella chrome
I f**ed around
And she give me dome
I beat that a**
Like a xylophone
Took my digits and saved em
My best track is her caller tone
(-"I'm hella faded with Big Kae"
-she tweeted it and she made it know)
Rookie on em missions
f** em rap n***as that's dissin'
Cause they takin' shots
But they missin'
Yeah I sh**ted on em
You pissin'
Ran on bio oil
So you slippin'
f** that vaseline but I glisen
Swagg on teen spirit
I'm turnt up like ignition
So I'm driven by my ambition
(Hook)
(verse 3) LYE
One bottle stay trippin
Red cup in your left hand
Bad b**h on your right hand
You still gonna grab that mic (Damn)
Stay trippy we turnd up
Eastrand n***a we own up
That reefer rollin' bout'a smoke up
Backwoods you never chock up
Trap trap flows going suicidal
No lamboghini doors thts a sick arrival
4 2 5 bags mahn the jig is up
Puff puff pa** the greens are rough
Cheerleaders never sprung the seasons tough
Ain't gonna stop us from turning up
Drinks will get you sailing out
On 1 paddle the shoots are buck
Smack that booty like it disrespected you
Sha'shake it in ma face like nothing phases you
Bite of the forbidden fruit
Yeah I can taste that prove
Got a full clip n***a
I just came to scoop
Like its underground sh**
I got that over look
Got your girl on 1 script
She already fully booked
One bottle
2 models
No condoms
No vows x3
Means no problems
(Hook)
(verse 4)
All I need is one bottle
One bottle, one bottle
All I need is one b**h
No bu*terface, just fresh models
A dime piece just for k**ing time
Some booty calls give you baby mama
My whole team tryna get a pair of milf
I mean pairs of milf
That's old lady mama
A later mama
Playing radical with a booty so fat
Eradicate tangible raps on that
Thoughts on introspection
Examine weed and pop that goony sh**
Bottles on some action
Johnny walking jacking Daniel sh**
Law courts intersected
Cross examine all these b**hes
Cremated that body
With that reefer burning ash to ash
Barricade dead bodies
Keep you locked against your corpses
Your flows pony tale
Your a horse back Imma' two Porche
One more bottle add some poison
Spark that blunt
f** being sober
Check me flex my own nation
Birch-A Kat in Masrover
Up in Stu just fiddle with pots
And cook some master beats
Esasity flows on luxury
Until they jacking me
Inspecting souls on critical shows
Till you rest in peace
(Rest in peace... Stagga... Birch-A-Kat...L.O.D!)
(Outro)
Yeah, tell them n***as I'm back
They know where to find me
Back like I never left b**h
Ha, its NARCOTIC