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Ac Mac Y Young Choppa - Bottles In The Air Lyrics

[Intro: Young Choppa]
This right here’s another one
We got Young Choppa the Kid, AC MAC
Representing for the Midwest
We got bottles in the air, we got breezies on the floor, let’s go

[Hook 2x: Young Choppa]
Bottles in the air, pouring liquor down her throat
Have her flipping in a minute tell your bitch it’s time to go
I hope all these niggas know, just how all my niggas roll
Rep that C4 ENT, bitch we about to blow

[Verse 1: Young Choppa]
Bottles in the air, shots for all my niggas
I ain’t chasing nothing but the money and the liquor
Pop a couple doubles, got me seeing triple
These rap niggas suck like a baby on a nipple
Try to break me like a cripple, come to find I’m fucking Ford tough
Bottle after bottle with my niggas getting poured up
Smoking on that kush, used to be couldn't afford such
Now we on our way to throwing parties on the tour bus
Toasted to the T, fame and fortune is the next stop
Knock a bitch down, then it’s on to the next bop
Nigga’s trying cuff, she’s like I don’t even trust cops
Choppa like to love little, but I love to fuck lots
Smack the bar tender on the ass, “bring another round”
Like some fat bitches on a raft, you know it’s going down
Kush is my cologne, so you know everything is Gucci nigga
Dick her down, pass her round, I dog these hoes like Snoopy nigga
[Hook: Young Choppa]

[Verse 2: AC MAC]
Bless the bottles, living like no tomorrow
Bottom’s up I’m about this fuck, I need a bitch to borrow
I'm gonna drink away my sorrows, I'm gonna drown out all my doubts
I got these bottles in the air, pouring liquor down her moooouth
I hope she swallow, dranky dranky dranky
She thinks I’m the shit, word to Mr. Hankey
Faded like some old shit, haters on some ho shit
Hurting cause she flirting, “oh my fault fam this was your bitch”
Embarrassed, it’s obvious she going
No mistake, the way she shake, it’s obvious you know it
But fuck it you can join in, go ahead and take a shot too
Now let’s toast and celebrate the fact that we was not you
C4 entertainment, we blowing like the breeze
They hating on us hard, your broad be on her knees
Begging like falling leaves, I know she want the dick
Eyes on the prize, I know she want the click

[Hook: Young Choppa]