"Baby Bottles" lyrics
Bitch, you see the baby bottles
Stop blowing my phone, you ain't my baby mama
[?] on that watch, look like it's made of flowers
Line of Wokisha, cost me 80 dollars
Pint of high tech, and a pint of purple
If I run out of that, then I'm buying turtle
Richer than my passter, I'm highly favored
Gotta teach my nigga something else, he just get high and murder
Five thousand rocks, five thousand oranges
Burned [?] I'm sending mine to Charlotte
Still [?] that's my kind of market
Put eighters on that [?] it's too hard to park it
Catch them niggas lacking, we gon' burn his worker now
Then we double back, nigga, that's a turnaround
Bought my ho Chanel, now she screaming Birkan now
Chopper big as hell, it look like we working out
Running to that money, I got stack habits
Love smoking dope, I'm a crack addict
They ain't getting pape, niggas not having
I've been getting money since Blade dropped Stack Masters, nigga
All this ice on, look like Mr. Freeze
Ran them niggas out, 'cause they ain't spending cheese
Perkaset and molly, got it [?]
It's hard to keep up with my opps, they keep switching teams
Bitch, you see the baby bottles
Stop blowing my phone, you ain't my baby mama
[?] on that watch, look like it's made of flowers
Line of Wokisha, cost me 80 dollars
Bitch, you ain't my baby mama
I walk in the club, and started raining hundreds
Got me a new spot, and that bitch came with choppers
Thousand dollar pop, bought an eight of Tussin
Stop blowing my phone, you ain't my baby mama
[?] on that watch, look like it's made of flowers
Line of Wokisha, cost me 80 dollars
Pint of high tech, and a pint of purple
If I run out of that, then I'm buying turtle
Richer than my passter, I'm highly favored
Gotta teach my nigga something else, he just get high and murder
Five thousand rocks, five thousand oranges
Burned [?] I'm sending mine to Charlotte
Still [?] that's my kind of market
Put eighters on that [?] it's too hard to park it
Catch them niggas lacking, we gon' burn his worker now
Then we double back, nigga, that's a turnaround
Bought my ho Chanel, now she screaming Birkan now
Chopper big as hell, it look like we working out
Running to that money, I got stack habits
Love smoking dope, I'm a crack addict
They ain't getting pape, niggas not having
I've been getting money since Blade dropped Stack Masters, nigga
All this ice on, look like Mr. Freeze
Ran them niggas out, 'cause they ain't spending cheese
Perkaset and molly, got it [?]
It's hard to keep up with my opps, they keep switching teams
Bitch, you see the baby bottles
Stop blowing my phone, you ain't my baby mama
[?] on that watch, look like it's made of flowers
Line of Wokisha, cost me 80 dollars
Bitch, you ain't my baby mama
I walk in the club, and started raining hundreds
Got me a new spot, and that bitch came with choppers
Thousand dollar pop, bought an eight of Tussin
