Young Chop - Bottles in the air lyrics

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]