Out the Bottle

[Intro: G.T.]
(Damjonboi)
Money counter music, nigga
Got my nigga D. Hill in this bitch (D. Hill)
Ayy

[Chorus: G.T.]
When I'm gone off the drank, I ​don't care how they feel about me
When I'm off a pill, feel like I'm outside my body
Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato
I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle, ayy

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Came up in the trenches, I be 'round killers, 'round the robbers
Got them scripts, you know we pop 'em, nigga, we need that Roxycontin
Whip it up with my left hand, Harden off the Rockets
Like we in the championship game, nigga, rings rocky, nigga
Before a rap song, I was hand-to-handin' with fiends, nigga
Two-for-fifteens, nigga, Sada, what you need, nigga?
Niggas say what they want, my young niggas ran it up off green lean
I ran it up off exotic, nigga, each 'bow, it cost like six G's
Ridin' with Jefe in the white McLaren, pull up, kill the scene
That Motion Gang, that Wavy Gang, that FPG, that BMG
Niggas blowin' they last out here tryna keep up with the team
I throw the bird, my young niggas throw up B's, some throw up C's

[Chorus: G.T. & Peezy]
When I'm gone off the drank, I ​don't care how they feel about me
When I'm off a pill, feel like I'm outside my body
Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato (Ayy, G, what's up, my boy?)
I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle (Let's go, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Peezy]
I don't care 'bout how they feel about me
Yeah, my young niggas gon' kill about me
Got a bad bitch at home that say she been about me and she still about me
Real street nigga, I can feel a problem
Wore Prada back then, I'm still a problem
I ain't tryna go to no clubs, bitch
I'm tryna go get me a mil' and count it
Bitch say she wanna go shoppin', huh?
She be lucky if she can get a meal up out me
I took the ho out of town to get her some titties and told her don't tell nobody
200K in my closet, uh
I be with killers and robbers, uh
I caught a bus in Kentucky
Never looked back, now I'm draped in designer, uh
I don't wan' talk to no label, told 'em I need me a million to sign me
I really go to the hood since I done got rich 'cause you niggas too grimy, uh
I'm tryna stay out the way, if you thinkin' I'm sweet, tell a nigga to try me, uh
'Cause I got the money in front of me, and I got all of the killers behind me, ayy

[Chorus: G.T.]
When I'm gone off the drank, I ​don't care how they feel about me
When I'm off a pill, feel like I'm outside my body
Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato
I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle