[Flame] 🔥 YG - Bottle Service Lyrics
[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus]
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick
[Verse 1]
You madder than a bitch ’cause a nigga glowed up
I’m in a ‘Ventador, this is not a Lambo truck
I ain’t the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
You want a G for free? For free? What the fuck? (What the fuck?)
[Interlude]
I’m tired of these broke ass niggas standin’ at the table
They wanna pull up and fuck with the bitches, but they ain’t buying no bottles
Nigga, buy some motherfucking bottles, you broke-ass nigga
[Verse 2]
I can’t stand a broke nigga, I can’t stand a broke bitch
Five bands, ain’t all-ones, I just threw a whole fit
I’ma whole boss nigga, I keep me a boss bitch
I write it down on paper, then I check it off the list
All day, I’m running plays, running plays, I’m running plays
Ain’t got time to clean the house, bitch, I got a maid
I came to make a movie, lil’ bitch, I think I’m Blade
I’m a movie star, tell the promoter I need a raise
I don’t talk in circles, no, this not a maze
I just fucked a bad bitch, ooh, I’m in a daze
No, I’m not a water boy, nigga, I’m in the game
Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change
Nigga
[Interlude]
Hell nah, hell nah, nigga, move the fuck out the motherfucking way
I’m tryna get to the niggas with the bag, I’m tryna get flewed out
And not like that, but you look like you ain’t flyin’ out shit, nigga
[Verse 3]
Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they ain’t even hot
She was a good girl, but I turned her to a thot
Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a Glock
You can be the next 50, nigga, take these nine shots
You always got somethin’ bad to say, you a hater
You niggas penny pinching, man, I’m itching for that paper
I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator
I like that in-house pussy like Flava Flava
You in that baby mama Benz, that is not a stunt
You swear you doing somethin’, man, your head is corrupt
Get you a nigga like me, bitch, I’m what’s up
I just had to take her to brunch, she let me fuck
[Interlude]
You talkin’ like you got the motherfucking check, but is you cuttin’ it?
Nigga, that’s your motherfucking homeboy’s section, nigga
Talkin’ all that shit with a G-Shock on
Got your phone out, recordin’ like a bitch, nigga, put your phone down
[Verse 4]
Came through with a hunnid niggas with me, I’m a leader
If he say he about to shoot the shit up, you better believe him
I’m a dog, I’m a lion, I’m a fucking hyena
Got it out the mud, you can’t get dirty ’cause you a diva
Lil’ Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don’t give no fucks
YG hit your bitch, I really hit it, wasn’t luck
The war cost money, nigga, get your dollars up
I’m buyin’ handguns, choppers and bulletproof trucks
Still standin’ ten years plus, I really do this
Pull your hair, hit it from the back, I really do this
Diamonds dancing, got these bitches jumpin’ to conclusions
“YG ain’t got a bag”, Bitch, is you stupid?
[Interlude]
What kinda car you drivin’, nigga?
What kinda bitches is you fucking?
I’m a top notch bitch and I like top notch shit
You better get your bag together, lil’ nigga