[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!”
