Red Bottoms - Otgdageneral

Hey, who's coming with me To kick a hole in the sky? I love the whiskey Let's drink that shit till it's dry So grab a Jim Beam, J.D., whatever you need Have a shot from the bottle, doesn't matter to me 'Nother round, fill 'er up Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up This is what it's all about No one can slow us down We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out (Bottoms up) Hell can't handle all of us So get your bottles up Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out 'Nother round, fill 'er up Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up Bottoms up So grab your best friend And make your way to the bar But keep your distance We're gonna light it on fire We're drinking Black Tooth, 80 proof, straight gasoline Slam as much as you can take and hand the bottle to me 'Nother round, fill 'er up, Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up This is what it's all about No one can slow us down We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out (Bottoms up) Hell can't handle all of us So get your bottles up Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out 'Nother round, fill 'er up Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up Bottoms up This is what it's all about No one can slow us down We ain't gonna stop until they throw us all out Hell can' handle all of us So get your bottles up Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out This is what it's all about No one can slow us down We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out (Bottoms up) Hell can't handle all of us So get your bottles up Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out 'Nother round, fill 'er up Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up 'Nother round, fill 'er up Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up Hey, bottoms up

Train 1000 On the beat, talkin' foul but I ain't stupid, dawg Hit off a couple credit cards but I ain't doin' fraud Yo bitch gettin' hella freaky tryna suck my balls Treat him like he Jason if he run he still gettin' caught Silly nigga poppin' out his neck, now he gettin' shot Baby no I can't hit that shit, she a fuckin' bop Bummy nigga can't get no cut, need a fuckin' chop Put a nigga right up in the wood for bringin' up opps I can say some shit up on the beat like I'm Band-A-Mont Ran in and took a couple hunnid, I get bands a lot Never been the type to conversate, nigga's hands be out Bronem, got the woods, I got the weed, we finna match some loud Run up, in yo shit, I can't hear her, or don't make a sound Lil' bitch say she wanna fuck, can't even last a round Never been a pug, I got some buds, finna sell a pound They just locked my brother in the cell, free him out the hound Bro said he got another play, I'm finna catch some Nigga said he smokin' on exotic, that shit trash, huh Pink Runtz up in the wood, pull your gas out Remember I was broke, I talk that shit, cause I got cash now Ran it up off a Apple phone, they like how you do it Keep rappin' and make the shit happen cause you love my music Baby's tired of playin' my money, bitch, you must be stupid Leave his ass dead a big chop woulda left him clueless How the fuck you grown and still broke, you need to find your place Plug me in with them section people, I'll be around about eight Bro, adrenaline tripping, while he driving he can't find the brakes A young nigga doin' big shit, I got a lot to say Bitch, yeah, I got a lot to say Owing everybody that you know, you got a lot to pay Finna roll some runtz up in the wood, bro, pass the tray Nigga need to go and get a check, why you tryna wait Call a couple feens, who tryna snort like what Bobby say In the Stu, mixin shit up like I'm Dr. Dre Remember goin' to the pumpkin patch in elementary If three niggas tried to up the stick, my niggas killin' three Bitch, tried set a nigga up, that shit killin' me Said she wanna fuck the first day, know she feelin' me Before you even talk, bring it here, bitch, bring the fee Nigga brought a gun just to flex and they scared to squeeze Punch some shit in like it was made, but it was not for dev Dumb nigga really loony, tunes need lookin' sped Ugly nigga thinkin' that he blood, so he wearin' red A lot of niggas broke, ain't really this, you it's not that mad

We gon' stop until we catch the bus Spin the block two times and then We gon' stop until we catch the bus We gon' spin the block till the world stops Till the world stops She wanna fuck me cause she know that I'm the man Stack jeans too much money in my pants I get the bag that's why it's tatted on my hand Put in a lot of work I won't go broke cause bitch that's really how I am I could never lose, nigga you gotta route to choose Get to them blues or living broke like you done lost your screws Bitch I'm hella rude I cut you off so watch how you move Niggas ain't giving one on one because they scared to lose Scared of who? Nigga I ain't scared of you Bitch I'm getting cheddar I can't put you on my revenue Big B-A-G I spilt it all cause you ain't clever dude High as fuck and did a two step almost spilt my juice Damn, almost spilled the juice Big rounds, two two threes knocking nigga head loose Designer stepping a monthly rent that's what I pay for my shoes No jewelry tucking, tried to reach my neck and must have lost your screws Got a little something under this cap nigga fuck your coupe He thought he was Judas had knocking nigga off his shoes Only time I'm running chasing opp or I'm chasing the blues Spend it all and get it back the bag ain't nothing to lose You be slide up on your block and get the sprain he don't be aiming I put the switch up on the Glock it turned up it's super Saying that nigga took his last breath on IG live now he finally famous They know how to fuck with RJ and the NGL niggas they really dangerous too cold 5'5 6' is all in his body he not super man, cold summer pop my own cousin if he touch these jewels Bitches wanna fuck on a kid cause I got hella blues Purple jeans mixed with the cream soda I feel like that Dude Nina be talking said she wanna go bust them dudes Niggas be talking bout them cases they ain't never do I'm the type of nigga trying to bounce out til I hit my dude Lil Dude wolfing on their net like I ain't making his bitch choose Niggas be talking bout them hoods like they did some in them Lil Dude talking down on gang like we ain't shot up his crew Mix the Balenci with that prada I'm just that type of dude Shit I'm just that type of dude flexing all that shit up on the gram and we stripping your jewels Been a problem since I was a kid I been breaking them rules Dismiss these bitches like a case you just wanted to lose Chase a bitch don't never Chase the check man you niggas is fools I'll block a bitch number tell her what's the point Everywhere I go I'm really fitted you know I'ma joint you niggas Broke ain't really got no bag your a disappoint Told bro to spark another wood he just rolled him a thonk The nigga tried to double cross his gang that's what got him faded Posting what you did up on the gram that's what got him raided Telling everything but the truth nigga what you saying Getting to this check while I'm young I ain't never waiting She wanna fuck me cause she know that I'm the man Stack jeans too much money in my pants I get the bag that's why it's tatted on my hand Put a lot of work I won't go broke cause bitch that's really how I am I can never lose nigga you gotta route to choose Getting to them blues or living broke like you done lost your screws Bitch I'm hella rude I cut you off so watch how you move Niggas ain't giving one on ones because they scared to lose