Bottom’s Up (Drinking Anthem) lyrics

"Hey bartender. Yeah you, I need a refill on my drink. Oh my god, you see that sl*t over? Look at her tits, they're great."

[Intro - Diabolic]
Ladies and gentlemen "Who the f*ck is this guy?"
You are now witnessing "Jehovah witnesses. Where the f*ck am I?"
Triple Optix "Triple what?"
Throw your cups in the air

[Taboo]
And if a fight broke out, no doubt you know it's us
That's a green leaf you holding and rolling then smoke it up
We broke as f*ck but I ain't crying poverty
On some Triple Optix sh*t, got your b*tch buying shots for me
And my philosophy is I got an ounce to waste
Pass the spliff, grab my di*k then spit in the bouncer's face
Suck on the salt, my whole liver in rum and coke
Until that Captain got me spinning mixing with the blunts I smoked
And there's a bunch of f*cking clowns here
So I'm thinking I'll drink um under the table and kick them faggots while they're down there
I can't focus, it's no sh*t, I roll spliffs
Big enough to leave a roach clip you can smoke with your whole clique
So if you drunk as f*ck throw your cup in the air
Grab the nearest sl*t, f*ck her and nut in her hair
Cuz we bring the storm on anyone we swinging on
But this is my drinking song so bottom's up and sing along, it's like
[Hook - Taboo]
(Bottom's up)
Down that sh*t in your hand
(Bottom's up)
Pass that spliff to your man
(Bottom's up)
Drink til you're feeling it
Make friends with the bartender so you can steal the tips
(Bottom's up)
Find a sl*t blow her back out
(Bottom's up)
Chug that cup til you black out
(Bottom's up)
Grab that b*tch by her waist
Guzzle shots, snuff her man and spit in her face

[Coal]
Bars I'm loved by many
Keep acting hard, you'll get an Emmy
You ain't ever shot for thugs, you can't even slug a Henny
f*ck your memory, we tryna black bought a next shot
And buy the first round for any sl*t down to get c*ck
Molest the wet spot, rub the knub to get the c*nt wet
I really love this buzz, fill my mug cuz I ain't drunk yet
When a punk steps I beat um down with something vicious
Then talk to b*tches like "Hi I'm drunk, I bet your c*nt's delicious"
I'm on a mission plus my c*ck hung malicious
To f*ck your b*tches and take um home so they can scrub the dishes
Drink one with b*tches with the Jäger in my pocket
Screaming Triple Optix, turn the bar into a mosh-pit
b*tches yelling stop it cuz I stomp their man psychotic
I see um few months later and they clinging on erotic
But f*ck it's just my logic when I'm flipping, after bug out
Slimy as a slug, women know they love the Muk Mouf
[Hook - Coal]

[Diabolic]
Yo, at the bar excited, looking for someone to start a fight with
Leaving drunk, beating a rookie cop with the sergeant's nightstick
Ain't at the bar to buy sh*t, I'm snatching her tips off
Buying drinks for sl*ts with too much eye shadow and lip gloss
See we broke but get gold-diggers to deep throat
I convinced them I was rich with singles wrapped in a c-note
I live to freeload and stick di*k to cheap hoes
They strip at peep shows for chips to sniff perico
Waiting for the same tipsy sl*t to pick me up
Ain't got a penny, take shots of Henny out a Dixie cup
Watching a sl*t get upset cuz we just met
Went backstage, told her I had aids after rough sex
Life I love to live it, f*cking these troubled b*tches
Burning three grams, drink in each hand double fisting
Take shots deep and just when you think it's the end
I go to the parking lot, puke and start drinking again

[Hook - Diabolic]

"Yeah bottom's up, spit in her face again. Hey sl*t, bring those tits over here. Bartender, I need another shot. Hey, hey, Diabolic, Taboo, Coal, to Jehovah's witnesses, you guys are great. You're the best."