Bottleshop

[Intro: Trials] Hahahaha, yeah, that's right Uh-huh Yeah So destructive, yeah [Chorus: Trials] I take you to the bottleshop (Yeah!) We 'bout to rack all you got (That's right!) I drink until I'm nodding off (Bitch!) Keep going until you knock the lot (Woah!) I take you to the bottleshop (Let's go!) We 'bout to rack all you got (All you got!) I drink until I'm nodding off (Fuck it!) Keep going until you knock the lot (Woah!) [Verse 1: Trials] I've been drinking all day, bro, 'bout to vomit Can I borrow a 50, or should I hit up Honson Drunk driving? Okay, let's go to the next stop Mouth raw, trying to sell rock-tops and twist-offs I broke it down for you now, baby, it's simple If you be a wine-o, I be a wine-o In the hotel I pulled over by 5 o' Pissed in the story kitchen passed on a line-o Got the magic drink, I'm the smart doctor Have your friends scared 'bout just how drunk I got ya Drive to the drive-in, drop, no license Put it on a case when I take no fathers I'm a season vet when it's skipping a check After we drink the rest hit the [?] See, I'm trying to explain bro, the best while I can Take a swig at the bottle, then you passed it at ten [Chorus: Trials] I take you to the bottleshop (Yeah!) We 'bout to rack all you got (That's right!) I drink until I'm nodding off (Bitch!) Keep going until you knock the lot (Woah!) I take you to the bottleshop (Let's go!) We 'bout to rack all you got (All you got!) I drink until I'm nodding off (Fuck it!) Keep going until you knock the lot (Woah!) [Pre-Verse: Trials] What we drink (What we drink) And where we drink (And where we drink) The things we drink (The things we drink) Mean that I'ma have to get up quick and spit in the sink [Verse 2: Trials] Hey, pour it in a shot glass nice and slow Bit of 'Ball in the cup, Jäger set to go You ain't never heard me slur like this before 'Cause I ain't never drunk shit like this Soon as I come through the door, get you hitting up the liquor It's like a race, see who can dack more quicker Hitting up the tonic [?] till it's gone Got another girl on her back, 'bout to do a body shot Touch the right spot at the wrong time Mics on and mics off, too drunk to rhyme So destructive, call up a bitch for bad time See the world on slo-mo, drunk off the red wine Long as she ain't stoppin', I ain't stoppin' Dripping wet with [?] hoodie soaked off And I'ma stand straight campaign, bottle after bottle of Son Gonna drink till we drunk or every bottle is gone [Chorus: Trials] I take you to the bottleshop (Yeah!) We 'bout to rack all you got (That's right!) I drink until I'm nodding off (Bitch!) Keep goin' until you knock the lot (Woah!) I take you to the bottleshop (Let's go!) We 'bout to rack all you got (All you got!) I drink until I'm nodding off (Fuck it!) Keep goin' until you knock the lot (Woah!) I take you to the bottleshop (Yeah!) We 'bout to rack all you got (That's right!) I drink until I'm nodding off (Bitch!) Keep goin' until you knock the lot (Woah!) I take you to the bottleshop (Let's go!) We 'bout to rack all you got (All you got!) I drink until I'm nodding off (Fuck it!) Keep goin' until you knock the lot (Woah!) [Chorus 2: Conseps, Conseps & Patti, & Trials] People say we got no etiquette (yeah) But we’re just fellas, tryna get a bit (uh) Chasin’ chicks for the hell of it And we don’t give a fuck (“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck that-that-that!”) People say we got no etiquette (yeah) But we’re just fellas, tryna get a bit (uh) Chasin’ chicks for the hell of it And we don’t give a fuck [Verse 3: Conseps, Patti & Trials, & Trials] People say we got no etiquette Man, we, smellin’, [?] like titty-fuckin’ [?] tits It don’t work, home and hoes jerk Holes in my shirt and my home-phone doesn’t work I’m fuckin’ broke, but I tip gin ‘til lights out Girls want Mister Right, but settle for Mister Right Now Hide the mics, now skippin’ in a bar, right? Tryna find an IQ smaller than the bra size Bar flight, drunk with a big, bad pillow Big, bad fellow in a bush like, “Hello” I never got the hang of sweet nothin’s So I say nothin’ sweet when I’m tryna fuck ‘em Jump off a cock, so they’re tryna get a cowboy Cocksucker, out o’ my wallet without a cock up ‘er Gyeah, and dreams might come true Like when we fuck, she think that she might cum too [Chorus 2: Conseps, Conseps & Patti, & Trials] People say we got no etiquette (yeah) But we’re just fellas, tryna get a bit (uh) Chasin’ chicks for the hell of it And we don’t give a fuck (“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck that-that-that!”) People say we got no etiquette (yeah) But we’re just fellas, tryna get a bit (uh) Chasin’ chicks for the hell of it And we don’t give a fuck [Outro: Trials] “Fuck-fuck-fuck that-that-that-that!” “Fuck that-fuck-fuck that-fuck-fuck that!” “That-th-th-th-th” “Th-th-th-th-th-th-that!” “F-fu-fuck that!”