Bottom to Bottom - Oh Jay, Elcamino, Milano

I came from the bottom of the bottom

I’ll smack you with the bottom of the bottle

I flew a hundred pounds straight from Colorado

Throwing money at these bitches like I won the lotto

Like it’s no tomorrow

Both of my bitches asses fat in their new Milano

We sitting courtside I could have tripped Rondo

A kingpin was my role model

I was a young fly nigga to let you hold the hollows

Just got my dick sucked from Mickie Moscato (Miss you baby)

I’m 'bout to take another tap I might go to Toronto

My other bitch text me she tell me she want me pronto

I’m at her crib smoking London out the Phantom

I had to call my lawyer

I’m one of the few felons they let across the border

I’m walking over water

Or I’m getting my dick sucked in a transformer

Hands off us

Yeah, every verse is vicious

My niggas wrap coke up, Hershey’s kisses

Fendi shades on, no murky vision

Still on the block with it, niggas eating turkey dinners

Heard I was winning, chain thirty inches

Teacher, you’re the apprentice know I finesse shit

Aura looking electric, I’m jet setting

International X7, Moet nectars (Tell 'em)

God protect us when it’s shark infested

Pops told me the consequences, condos rented

Had the Movado and penmanship charming isn’t it

'85 Tommy fit, all limited

Look like I’m part of a syndicate, swim with the fishes

Y’all getting kibbles and bits, they pay to suit

I’m out in Saint Lucia diamonds on my Jesuses

They pull me over, autographs for the state troopers

Yeah