[Verse 1: iShaan the Rit God]
Backwoods blazing, I'm counting a couple strips up
Baby A plus, she excellent with the dick suck
Niggas throw shade, they make appointments to dick suck
Balling on the grind, like hoopers running a pick up
Haters ain't got nothing to say, them niggas say enough
Tampa Bay, draft iShaan, he tryna play with Bucs
Young and focused, that money pop up like it's hocus pocus
I make that cash and you would never notice'
These kids young and hopeless
The carry 40 cals with laser focuse
Planning a trophy run, coast to coast
I'm like, New York to ATL, my niggas straight tripping
Hit LA and head to Detroit, I feel like Blake Griffin
To be a hunnid dawg, that money is a cash cow
And I'm pulling the utters til I get steak and milk
Young fly nigga, counting bills, draped in silk
The bottles need a hunnid buckets, bitch i'm Wilt the Stilt
[Hook: Detroit L-O]
Popping Bottega
Bottles all gold, bottles all gold, bottles all gold
Cookie in rotation
Some already rolled, already rolled, already rolled
Liquor got her tipsy
And she already blowed, already blowed, already blowed
Garcia Bottega nigga, welcome to the show
Welcome to the show, welcome to the show
[Verse 2: Detroit L-O]
On the westside of Charlotte, cruising down freedom drive
To escape from to Detroit, and be blessed to be alive
I got nothing ambition and Will to be happy
Jumping city to city, nigga hope you can catch me
Got a beautiful Ethiopian queen in the passenger
Walk through my apartment doors, all you smell is lavender
Addicted to the thought of getting paper, it's time to move
Disco ball over my grind bro, it's time to groove
While you niggas breaking sweats just to get expensive shoes
I'm sipping Dom on the beach, while you at a pool
Yo girl is the type to moan on a track for me
In the booth, hit record, she throw it back for me
Dropping hits in the stu don't phase her
Even though I drop fire cuts, that's a hell razor
I reach out, the love way
Why you touching everybody lettuce like you work at Subway
[Hook: Detroit L-O]
Popping Bottega
Bottles all gold, bottles all gold, bottles all gold
Cookie in rotation
Some already rolled, already rolled, already rolled
Liquor got her tipsy
And she already blowed, already blowed, already blowed
Garcia Bottega nigga, welcome to the show
Welcome to the show, welcome to the show
Popping Bottega
Bottles all gold, bottles all gold, bottles all gold
Cookie in rotation
Some already rolled, already rolled, already rolled
Liquor got her tipsy
And she already blowed, already blowed, already blowed
Garcia Bottega nigga, welcome to the show
Welcome to the show, welcome to the show
[Verse 3: L-O & iShaan]
[Detroit L-O]
I would say, only the strong survive
But these weak ass niggas still fucking alive
Only time a nigga quit is when I'm heading to heaven
All sickness can be cured by some faith, no Evans
And these niggas sweeter than some licorice
These niggas got all these damn tattoos, but niggas ticklish
Can't no other muthaphukka get with this
Baby aim low when you come in for a kiss
[iShaan the Rit God]
I put stacks in my palm, now they super itching
Balling like I'm James Harden on these stupid bitches
5 missed calls turn to 20 missed calls
Answer for cheese, all that other shit a dissed call
Her man called, so I answered like a real winner
She here with me, she can't come home and make you dinner
Making phone calls, then I swooped up the cheese
Ya'll Lebron on the finals how ya'll niggas freeze
[Hook: Detroit L-O]
Popping Bottega
Bottles all gold, bottles all gold, bottles all gold
Cookie in rotation
Some already rolled, already rolled, already rolled
Liquor got her tipsy
And she already blowed, already blowed, already blowed
Garcia Bottega nigga, welcome to the show
Welcome to the show, welcome to the show
Popping Bottega
Bottles all gold, bottles all gold, bottles all gold
Cookie in rotation
Some already rolled, already rolled, already rolled
Liquor got her tipsy
And she already blowed, already blowed, already blowed
Garcia Bottega nigga, welcome to the show
Welcome to the show, welcome to the show
