Bottle My Piss

[Intro: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Yeah
Uh

[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Remember when I couldn't get into college
I never thought that I'd be living like this
Now all these niggas be mad that we made it
These niggas be hatin', they ballin' they fist
Alexander McQueen, I mix that with the Prada
Mix that with the Louis, mix that with the wrist
So much lean in my cup, you could bottle my piss
I'm too high in this bitch, so please, don't take no pics

[Verse 1: CoolboiFresh]
I know some niggas that pull up and wet your whole block just for a three-point-five
I know some niggas that say that they killers, I pull up with killers, see fake in they eyes
I know some niggas that's sayin' they real, but they pull up, they 3.14, pi
I know some niggas that say that they livin' like that but not livin' like that, they a lie
Niggas some hoes and shit, they not playin' they role and shit
I'ma stick to the script, they gon' pay for a check, I'ma keep me a Roll' and shit
I might pop me a 'script and go fuck on that bitch, I might go and promote the kid
And these hoes suck dicks to they throat, send Shwinny in, like, "Man, you know it"

[Verse 2: Shogee2k]
Uh, 2K baby and I'm at it again
Grew up around addicts so I'm bustin' packs if I'm needin' my chicken, fuck minimum wage
I seen my dog whip that shit all in the kitchen but I wasn't trippin'
I earned my own earnings, I'm punchin' the place
Now that I'm workin', I can afford a plate
Flippin' the table on people who do what I do
Put in, I got what it take, do you know what is at stake?
All in my room, I was a jit, all full of hate
Wlways entombed with my mistakes
Mama done told me, "Boy, you cannot fold
You chosen, know that you always been great"
Well, Mama, just know I keep my heart frozen, [?]

[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Remember when I couldn't get into college
I never thought that I'd be living like this
Now all these niggas be mad that we made it
These niggas be hatin', they ballin' they fist
Alexander McQueen, I mix that with the Prada
Mix that with the Louis, mix that with the wrist
So much lean in my cup, you could bottle my piss
I'm too high in this bitch, so please, don't take no pics

[Verse 3: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Me and my niggas done ran up a bag hella quick 'cause we know that there's no time to waste
[?] myself 'til I see my shit goin' up, that let me know I should pick up the pace
'Member niggas I knew from way back in the day that got caught in the game and they caught 'em a case
If you was not fuckin' with [?] DILLINGER, don't pass that block 'cause that shit probably laced
I sold bro my own songs, don't need promo for bars, so my food on the floor, I'ma eat like a dog
I ain't payin' no nigga to review my song, why the fuck would I pay you? I'll put myself on
She shakin' that ass like she just had a seizure, her ass is so fat that it gave me a fever
We got too much drip, so we might need a mop, keep a stick by the door in the recording spot

[Verse 4: Shwinn]
Came from the mud, we ain't never had toys, just twenty-twos, nine-millimeters, four-fives
Grew up an tripled my digits, our decimals different, this 7.62 in my fye
Ain't shit to beef with a nigga, I'm not one to go back and forth, you be known to switch sides
Niggas been actin' like bitches, I swear to God, you can see it when they dickride
Now my hoes is lit, tell my shawty, "Them hoes is sis'"
Better run with a pole, I insist, and all of my foes still bitch
You'd think it was 2:00 AM how me and my friends still goin' in
Better watch how you come out your trap, pussy, you steal a pack and I'll roll your mans

[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Remember when I couldn't get into college
I never thought that I'd be living like this
Now all these niggas be mad that we made it
These niggas be hatin', they ballin' they fist
Alexander McQueen, I mix that with the Prada
Mix that with the Louis, mix that with the wrist
So much lean in my cup, you could bottle my piss
I'm too high in this bitch, so please, don't take no pics