Big Bottles (Prod by SenseiN3SS)

Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where my ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where my ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where my ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where my ballers at
What you bought her
What it cost
She want some money
Heard I’m a boss
She think I’m funny
I got the sauce
She want them hundreds
Every time she leave the club
Pussy poppin’ on the roof
You just a hater
Boy hate the game
And not the player
I never chase ‘em
I just replace ‘em
This the kind of pussy
Had Freddy fighting Jason
Pretty bitches want my money
You took her shopping
Heard you ain’t wanna
The pussy gotcha
Whole enchilada
She want the whole thang
Arm tatted with her belly and her nose ring
Shawty she a freak
And she fuckin’ off the cocaine
I just call her Boo
I don’t even know her whole name
Girl wassup wit’ you
Heard I’m blowing up like propane
Thinking we a match
Told that bitch, “Grow up” like Rogaine
Feeling like the 06’ Pit
Bitch I’m hot as hell
Plug told me that it ain’t his best
I bet it’s gonna sell
Got a Spanish bitch
She move it for me
Her name Ariel
Told me I can fuck her
And can use her for her daddies mail
Boy my daddy raised me saying
“Danny never tattletale”
Remember feeing like I ain’t had no heart
Remember very well
Remember hearing other niggas rap
Like these are fairy tales
Remember feeling like I was the
Only one to keep it real
For real
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Bigger big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Bigger big bottles popping in the club
Where the bitches at
You ain’t got no Grabba
Ain’t got no Woods
Then where the Swishers at
Boy I walk a hundred thousand miles
Just to get some cash
Boy if I don’t know you
Then get from round me
With your suspicious ass
Boy I held it down
For hella people in my hood and shit
Boy I kept it G
When I was hurt said I was good and shit
Boy I pop up with a bitch so bad
You can’t afford the chick
Boy she ride that dick so fuckin’ good
I might record the bitch
Told her that she ride that shit so well
I might record her ass
Told that bitch stop talking to me bossy
I might employ your ass
Told that bitch to drop and bust it open
I might pay your ass
Told that bitch to catch me out the club
And ima slay her ass
Young Cass
Gotta say it twice so you remember me
Young Cass
She said that pussy yours for like a century
Young Cass
This is why we can’t let you drink Hennessy
Young Cass
I heard you always snap on
One of N3SS’s beats
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Bigger big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where da ballers at