Yo Gotti - 10 Shots lyrics

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez] She want 10 shots of Tequila I don't know if we gon' make it But I know we gon' get faded Oh yeah so just don't stop when I need ya Oh yeah just don't stop when I need ya [Hook: Tory Lanez] Cuz if you take one shot, I'm takin' two more But if I take two shots, then you take a few more Drink it all down, drink it all down You gotta... Don't stop, get it. Don't stop, b**h get it Don't stop, get it. Don't stop, b**h get it Don't stop, get it. Don't stop, drink it all down When you drink it all down [Verse 2: Jordan Hollywood] I'm just in the cut, bout to go in Shorty want a pitcher like the bullpen 10 shots like a full clip, I ain't wit the bullsh** I don't even know her like Joe Kim My homie got the Tecs like Best buy Ride her once, take her back like a test drive I'm at the crib gettin' high til the next day God damn, what you really call a red eye I know, V12 when I pull out I use to be broke but I'm good now My pops told me to play my cards right A lot of b**hes at the crib that's a full house I know some hoes ain't bout sh** But my girl go both ways, that's a round trip Straight to the room, no playin' today Your p**y like a bed, I wanna lay in it Can we just fight second and then f** first We take paink**ers because love hurts And that truth hurts, yeah time heals But I ain't got time to make sh** work, no way And I ain't worried bout no other b**hes But it be different when the liquor kicks in [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Durk] One shot of Ciroc, yeah one shot, don't stop Everything be grade A but I prefer all top Let's get it, let's get it I be throwing racks, ain't worried bout tax Spent 20 on sacks, don't worry bout that I'll make it all back, hop in this sh** 50 Hop out that 'Lac, all your hoes whack And they wavin' at me, like I drive cabs Now throw that a** back, and that p**y be poppin' That's a ma**age, these b**hes ain't nothin' My n***as bang bros, all of these hoes We teamin' nem, no wrestlin' Where your man at, you ain't took, where your hand at Cuz you stuck up where your friends at, where them bands at Got the leather from the seats in my Benz wet, cuz she like it She drunk in love, b**h you cuttin' up I met you in the VIP, I just wanna f** [Hook] [Verse 4: Yo Gotti] Order 20 bottles of Ciroc, 10 bottles of that Ace Got the club lookin' like the 4th of July, that's a CMG Parade Shorty shake that a** like Twerk Team Miley Cyrus my whip clean I got two girls and they like girls And they lick each other like ice cream These True's shorty, no tight jeans I'm cool shorty but I might seem a little arrogant I don't f** with you, on celibate Street n***a but I act intelligent You can find me in the club where the light be No these n***as don't like me But they poppin' bottles tryna be like me Ass so fat shorty throw it back like thirsty Walkin' thru my house, no panties with a jersey And I ain't worried bout no other b**hes But it be different once the liquor kicks in [Outro: Tory Lanez] She wants 10 shots of Tequila