"POPPIN BOTTLES" lyrics

I can't find my way back home
I can't find my way back home

I ain't talkin' 'bout no ride-ride
Gettin' to that gwala
Stackin' up them commas
You ain't talkin' 'bout no dollars
You could keep your mouth shut
We don't wanna hear nothin'
I might take her out the Bahamas
Very good mama
She not with the drama
All that Oxy, I got pills from the doctor
Fueled by the fire, my heart gettin' hotter
Pull up with the squad with the mob, with the droppers
Pull up on your shawty and I turn her to a slider
Workin' all night long, I'm still not tired
You can't keep on eatin', you a motherfuckin' liar
I get geeked up, then I go higher
Stackin' that cheese up since my words with Tyler
Bad bitches on me, I got models
Pull up with the sticks up, goin' full throttle
Pour that drop pop out the baby bottle
I ain't sent the bitch back, get to the saddle
I don't care who everybody cry to
Actin' like you wasn't one, you know it was a lie too
I pulled up, dripped down with my crew
Fucked too much got me in a mindloop
God had came back, this the revival
Pop out with the champagne, poppin' bottles