Bottles & Up (Thug da Club) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah Storch
That's what I'm talkin' about, my n*gga
Bottles & up, TS what up, n*gga?
Bottles & up, O's and G's know

[Chorus]
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky (Yeah!)
My n*ggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high (All getttin' high, nah!)
Semi on the waist, two-steppin' on the side (What!)
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die (C'mon!)
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky (Yeah!)
My n*ggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high (All getttin' high, nah!)
Semi on the waist, two-steppin' on the side (What!)
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
(Thug the club!)
Shawty what, get buck
(Thug the club!)
Real G's roll up
(Thug the club!)
Fight it out, get drunk
(Thug the club!)
Act wild, tear it up

[Verse 1]
Introducin' the Nemesis, you've heard of me
Enter the rebel, the legend, the "Rock the Party" took me to another level
I'm a bad motherf*cker, stones colored, illuminatin'
Pull up to the joint and the girls love it, the n*ggas hate it
Unstoppable, position myself to get cheddar
Incredible with these lyrics, I'm only gettin' better
I'm on a sour, my n*ggas, we poppin' [?] man
Don't want no problems with n*ggas, you 'bout to lose, man
Buyin' bottles for brodies, you know it's nothin', dawg
Crush you something later for sure, she breakin' somethin' off
Soon as Zino step through the door she got it jumpin' off
Grab your chick and head to the floor, I'm callin' all of y'all!
[Chorus]
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky (Yeah!)
My n*ggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high (All getttin' high, nah!)
Semi on the waist, two-steppin' on the side (What!)
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die (C'mon!)
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky (Yeah!)
My n*ggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high (All getttin' high, nah!)
Semi on the waist, two-steppin' on the side (What!)
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
(Thug the club!)
Shawty what, get buck
(Thug the club!)
Real G's roll up
(Thug the club!)
Fight it out, get drunk
(Thug the club!)
Act wild, tear it up

[Verse 2]
Most of my n*ggas got felonies, we's haulin' at the bar
Throwin' Hypno and Hennessy, she f*ckin' with the Hulk
We continue to roll and blow the best trees
Puff an ounce in the club, lookin' for sour D's
Guzzlin' bottles of bub like it was ice tea
Only bottles & up, that's if you like me, you got keys!
I'm feelin' lucky like a Celtic clover
Lil' spit, Lil' Flip, now the game is over!
I'm on a mission ain't finishin' 'til I'm done
Make the crowd move wild like I'm bustin' the gun
Everybody hallucinatin', somebody set it off
You're callin' security, now it's [?]
[Chorus]
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky (Yeah!)
My n*ggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high (All getttin' high, nah!)
Semi on the waist, two-steppin' on the side (What!)
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die (C'mon!)
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky (Yeah!)
My n*ggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high (All getttin' high, nah!)
Semi on the waist, two-steppin' on the side (What!)
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
(Thug the club!)
Shawty what, get buck
(Thug the club!)
Real G's roll up
(Thug the club!)
Fight it out, get drunk
(Thug the club!)
Act wild, tear it up

[Verse 3]
Apologies are never accepted, I'm on another level
Probably try to get me arrested because I'm so ghetto
So many victims from homicide
Accountable for only thorough n*ggas
Who want to ride or die with me
Poured a bottle out for homies who ain't here
Incarcerated n*ggas with numbers be givin' mad years
I'm number 34, beyond all the glory
I'm the truth like the "E! True Hollywood Stories," n*gga
Zino king of the city, I'm 'bout to lock it down
Silly rap get smacked, let's get it poppin' now
Big dog and I do it the best
I'm in the club with a cold million dead on my chest
[Chorus]
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky (Yeah!)
My n*ggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high (All getttin' high, nah!)
Semi on the waist, two-steppin' on the side (What!)
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die (C'mon!)
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky (Yeah!)
My n*ggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high (All getttin' high, nah!)
Semi on the waist, two-steppin' on the side (What!)
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
(Thug the club!)
Shawty what, get buck
(Thug the club!)
Real G's roll up
(Thug the club!)
Fight it out, get drunk
(Thug the club!)
Act wild, tear it up

[Outro]
(Bottles & up!)
Boston get it poppin'
(Bottles & up!)
MIA get it poppin'
(Bottles & up!)
New York get it poppin
(Ounces & up!)
LA get it poppin'
(Bottles & up!)
Philadelph' get it poppin'
(Bottles & up!)
ATL keep it poppin'
(Bottles & up!)
Chi-Town get it poppin'
(Ounces and up!)

Zino
Bumpy, what up n*gga?
(Bottles & up!)
Yeah
(Bottles & up!)