Bottle Service - YG

Mustard on the beat ho!

I'm that n_gga, that motherf_ckin' n_gga, n_gga
I'm that n_gga, that motherf_ckin' n_gga
My b_tch that b_tch, she that motherf_ckin b_tch
She got her own sh_t, natural pretty, slim thick

I'm that n_gga, that motherf_ckin' n_gga, n_gga
I'm that n_gga, that motherf_ckin' n_gga
My b_tch that b_tch, she that motherf_ckin b_tch
She got her own sh_t, natural pretty, slim thick

You madder than a b_tch 'cause a n_gga blowed up
I'm in an Aventador, this is not the Lambo truck
I ain't the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
You want YG for free? For free? What the f_ck? (What the f_ck?)

I'm tired of these broke ass n_ggas standin' at the table
They wanna pull up and f_ck with the b_tches but they ain't buying no bottles
n_gga buy some motherf_ckin' bottles you broke ass n_gga

I can't stand a broke n_gga, I can't stand a broke b_tch
Five bands in all ones, I just threw a whole fit
I'm a whole boss n_gga I keep me a boss b_tch
I write it down on paper then I check it off the list
All day I'm runnin' plays, runnin' plays, I'm runnin' plays
Ain't got time to clean a house, b_tch I got a maid
I came to make a movie little b_tch I think I'm Blade
I'm a movie star tell the promoter I need a raise
I don't talk in circles, no this not a maze
I just f_cked a bad b_tch, oh I'm in a daze
No I'm not a water boy n_gga I'm in the game
Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change, n_gga

Hell na, hell na n_gga move the f_ck out the motherf_ckin' way
I'm tryin' to get to the n_ggas with the bag, I'm tryin' to get flewed out
And not like that, but you look like you ain't flying' out sh_t n_gga

Pulled up in a drop top, ooh, but it ain't even hot
She was a good girl but I turned her to a thot
Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold the Glock
You can be the next 50 n_gga, take these nine shots
You always got something bad to say, you a hater
You n_ggas penny pinchin' man I'm itchin' for that paper
I want the big crib, glass floors, elevator
I like that in house p_ssy like Flavor Flavor
You in that baby momma Benz, that is not a stunt
You swear you doin' somethin', man your head is corrupt
Get you a n_gga like me, b_tch I'm wassup
I just had to take her to brunch, she let me f_ck

You talkin' like you got the motherf_ckin' check but is you cutting' it?
n_gga this your motherf_ckin' home-boys section n_gga
Talkin' all that sh_t with a G-Shock on
Got your phone out recordin' like a b_tch, n_gga put your phone down

Came through with a hundred n_ggas with me I'm a leader
If he say 'bout to shoot the sh_t up, you better believe 'em
I'm a dog, I'm a lion, I'm a f_ckin' hyena
Got it out the mud, you can't get dirty 'cause you a diva
Lil Boosie in the speaker so you know so you know I give no f_cks
YG hit yo b_tch, I really hit it, wasn't luck
The world cost money n_gga get your dollars up
I'm buying handguns, choppers, and bullet proof trucks
Still standin' ten years plus, I really do this
Pull your hair, hit it from the back I really do this
Diamonds dancin', got these b_tches jumping' to conclusions
"YG ain't got a bag?" B_tch is you stupid?

What kind of car you drivin' n_gga?
What kind of b_tches is you f_ckin'?
I'm a top notch b_tch and I like top notch sh_t
You better get your bag together lil' n_gga

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