Produced by Chris Demay, aka. Phat-Crispy]
[Intro: Young Choppa]
This right here's another one
We got Young Choppa the Kid, AC MAC
Representing for the Midwest
We got bottles in the air, we got breezies on the floor, let's go
[Hook 2x: Young Choppa]
Bottles in the air, pouring liquor down her throat
Have her flipping in a minute tell your b**h it's time to go
I hope all these n***as know, just how all my n***as roll
Rep that C4 ENT, b**h we about to blow
[Verse 1: Young Choppa]
Bottles in the air, shots for all my n***as
I ain't chasing nothing but the money and the liquor
Pop a couple doubles, got me seeing triple
These rap n***as s** like a baby on a nipple
Try to break me like a cripple, come to find I'm f**ing Ford tough
Bottle after bottle with my n***as getting poured up
Smoking on that kush, used to be couldn't afford such
Now we on our way to throwing parties on the tour bus
Toasted to the T, fame and fortune is the next stop
Knock a b**h down, then it's on to the next bop
n***a's trying cuff, she's like I don't even trust cops
Choppa like to love little, but I love to f** lots
Smack the bar tender on the a**, “bring another round”
Like some fat b**hes on a raft, you know it's going down
Kush is my cologne, so you know everything is Gucci n***a
Dick her down, pa** her round, I dog these hoes like Snoopy n***a
[Hook: Young Choppa]
[Verse 2: AC MAC]
Bless the bottles, living like no tomorrow
Bottom's up I'm about this f**, I need a b**h to borrow
I'm gonna drink away my sorrows, I'm gonna drown out all my doubts
I got these bottles in the air, pouring liquor down her moooouth
I hope she swallow, dranky dranky dranky
She thinks I'm the sh**, word to Mr. hankey
Faded like some old sh**, haters on some ho sh**
Hurting cause she flirting, “oh my fault fam this was your b**h”
Embarra**ed, it's obvious she going
No mistake, the way she shake, it's obvious you know it
But f** it you can join in, go ahead and take a shot too
Now let's toast and celebrate the fact that we was not you
C4 entertainment, we blowing like the breeze
They hating on us hard, your broad be on her knees
Begging like falling leaves, I know she want the dick
Eyes on the prize, I know she want the click
[Hook: Young Choppa]