"Out My Top" lyrics

[Boosie Badazz:]
Baow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hrrr (Baow), hrrr (Baow)
Baow, baow, baow

Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop

[Poison Ivi:]
Yeah, pop it, we pop it, we pop it ridiculous (Yeah)
We poppin' these bottles, we livin' it (Yeah)
Fresh as a bitch, when I step out, I'm givin' it (I'm clean)
I never be worried 'bout the enemy (Go)
Too much of money, we got too much of weed (What else?)
We got too much of liquor and too much to drink
Say that they steppin', but run on they feet
If he hop out on feet, then he ready to blank (Hrr, hrr)
Huh, I took a shot of the Don
I step like a queen and I come from a don, uh
I just be havin' my fun, I'm feelin' so blessed 'cause I already won, uh (Woah)
I talk my shit for a living, I'm standin' on business, I'm never gon' run
Fuck where you from and it's fuck how you come
Know we first on the list for the first of the month
Everybody that walk in 'bout it
Everybody that walk in ballin'
They come hit your block in an Audi
Give 'em the work, yeah, you know I call it
You know you don't want no problems
Know you don't want no problems
I don't wanna talk, no holler
Give me a shot, you can pass me the bottle

[Boosie Badazz:]
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop

When we on that liquor, we turn into niggas you never seen before (Pussy-ass nigga)
You fuck around with us, you won't be seen no more (Dead-ass nigga)
When I'm on that liquor, I talk loud and hug my 4 (Love you, bitch)
When she on that liquor, then she catch the holy ghost
Her dance, call it the holy ghost (Dumb)
I drink out the bottle, my boy (Dumb)
I send them boys in your yard (Dumb)
They ready to pop, they findin' the drop and takin' a charge (Dumb)
Girl, we pour up tequila (Dumb), this too much tequila
Bitch, we fight, but when we leave this club, we gon' spin on people (Dumb)
Two shots and I'm just right (Uh)
Four shots, now I'm gettin' hot (Woo)
Six shots, now I'm talkin' shit (Ah)
Eight shots, now I wan' fight
Goin', goin', and I keep goin'
I'm rollin' two, I'm on one
Let's get ready to rumble (Fuck that), who want some?

Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
Too much liquor, I'm out my top
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop
We got them pistols, they ready to pop