Lyrics Bottom to Bottom - Oh Jay, Elcamino, Milano

Bottom to Bottom

I came from the bottom of the bottom
I’ll smack you with the bottom of the bottle
I flew a hundred pounds straight from Colorado
Throwing money at these bitches like I won the lotto
Like it’s no tomorrow
Both of my bitches asses fat in their new Milano
We sitting courtside I could have tripped Rondo
A kingpin was my role model
I was a young fly nigga to let you hold the hollows
Just got my dick sucked from Mickie Moscato (Miss you baby)
I’m 'bout to take another tap I might go to Toronto
My other bitch text me she tell me she want me pronto
I’m at her crib smoking London out the Phantom
I had to call my lawyer
I’m one of the few felons they let across the border
I’m walking over water
Or I’m getting my dick sucked in a transformer
Hands off us
Yeah, every verse is vicious
My niggas wrap coke up, Hershey’s kisses
Fendi shades on, no murky vision
Still on the block with it, niggas eating turkey dinners
Heard I was winning, chain thirty inches
Teacher, you’re the apprentice know I finesse shit
Aura looking electric, I’m jet setting
International X7, Moet nectars (Tell 'em)
God protect us when it’s shark infested
Pops told me the consequences, condos rented
Had the Movado and penmanship charming isn’t it
'85 Tommy fit, all limited
Look like I’m part of a syndicate, swim with the fishes
Y’all getting kibbles and bits, they pay to suit
I’m out in Saint Lucia diamonds on my Jesuses
They pull me over, autographs for the state troopers
Yeah