Young Jeezy - Bottles Up lyrics

[NBA YoungBoy:] Look Free my n***as out the can n***a, this that crazy man I ain’t even put no effort, crazy man Draw down with that Glock, b**h don’t make no sound Say somethin’, might get shot b**h, face down to the ground I ain’t got no respect aye, you might think I’m dumb I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money f** you, b**h I hopped up out that coupe Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew Tell me why you say that YoungBoy? Cause b**h I’m flyer than your dude If you think I f** with that lil hoe, then you a fool I ain’t got no education, I dropped out of school No security with me so I’m strapped up with that tool Try to take my j**elry off and you gon’ make the news b**h Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22 b**h Audemar Piguet, coulda’ went and bought a school b**h Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes b**h Five thousands dollars, what I paid for the whole fit I just took a loss so I’m goin’ on a heist b**h Hold a tool in yo face like chino do a bike b**h Too much money on me for to raise my hands and fight b**h Thunder in my clip, f** around get hit with light b**h Draw down with that Glock, b**h don’t make no sound Say somethin’, might get shot b**h, face down to the ground I ain’t got no respect aye, you might think I’m dumb I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money f** you, b**h I hopped up out that coupe Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew Tell me why you say that YoungBoy? Cause b**h I’m flyer than your dude [A Boogie with da Hoodie:] Wait, I’m really focused, they talking bullsh** But they still listen to my old sh** Listen lil b**h, I still got some money from some old sh** Listen lil b**h, I empty clips and then reload it I get more attention when I’m with my Louie Loafers All my whips is tinted so they love to pull me over You a sherm n***a, word n***a, yous a joker My whip is mad black, I used to ride in the Toyota yeah Now I’m slumpin’ n***as over yeah n***as got they ten toes up yeah Heart started gettin’ colder yeah Lil b**h you don’t know us yeah [NBA YoungBoy:] Draw down with that Glock, b**h don’t make no sound Say somethin’, might get shot, b**h face down to the ground I ain’t got no respect aye, you might think I’m dumb I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money f** you, b**h I hopped up out that coupe Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew Tell me why you say that YoungBoy? Cause b**h I’m flyer than your dude