Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out The Bottle, artist - G.T.Date of issue: 11.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Out The Bottle |
| When I’m gone off the drank, I don't care how they feel about me |
| When I’m off a pill, feel like I’m outside my body |
| Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato |
| I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle, ayy |
| Came up in the trenches, I be 'round killers, 'round the robbers |
| Got them scripts, you know we pop 'em, nigga, we need that Roxycontin |
| Whip it up with my left hand, Harden off the Rockets |
| Like we in the championship game, nigga, rings rocky, nigga |
| Before a rap song, I was hand-to-handin' with fiends, nigga |
| Two-for-fifteens, nigga, Sada, what you need, nigga? |
| Niggas say what they want, my young niggas ran it up off green lean |
| I ran it up off exotic, nigga, each 'bow, it cost like six G’s |
| Ridin' with Jefe in the white McLaren, pull up, kill the scene |
| That Motion Gang, that Wavy Gang, that FPG, that BMG |
| Niggas blowin' they last out here tryna keep up with the team |
| I throw the bird, my young niggas throw up B’s, some throw up C’s |
| When I’m gone off the drank, I don't care how they feel about me |
| When I’m off a pill, feel like I’m outside my body |
| Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato (Ayy, G, what’s up, my boy?) |
| I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle (Let's go, ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| I don’t care 'bout how they feel about me |
| Yeah, my young niggas gon' kill about me |
| Got a bad bitch at home that say she been about me and she still about me |
| Real street nigga, I can feel a problem |
| Wore Prada back then, I’m still a problem |
| I ain’t tryna go to no clubs, bitch |
| I’m tryna go get me a mil' and count it |
| Bitch say she wanna go shoppin', huh? |
| She be lucky if she can get a meal up out me |
| I took the ho out of town to get her some titties and told her don’t tell nobody |
| 200K in my closet, uh |
| I be with killers and robbers, uh |
| I caught a bus in Kentucky |
| Never looked back, now I’m draped in designer, uh |
| I don’t wan' talk to no label, told 'em I need me a million to sign me |
| I really go to the hood since I done got rich 'cause you niggas too grimy, uh |
| I’m tryna stay out the way, if you thinkin' I’m sweet, tell a nigga to try me, |
| uh |
| 'Cause I got the money in front of me, and I got all of the killers behind me, |
| ayy |
| When I’m gone off the drank, I don't care how they feel about me |
| When I’m off a pill, feel like I’m outside my body |
| Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato |
| I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle |