Stoli Rehab

[Intro]
Yo
Wassup son
Wassup, what's really good
Whats really good right now
Hahahahaa

[Verse 1]
I'm billin' at the club with a bottle and a bag
Fresh to death head to toe with that average Joe swag
Lookin' Walmart chic with the exception of the sneakers
Got my own shit bumpin' through them Clarion speakers
Got burn one at the wheel with the pistol on tug
Got Demun and Crisis with me y'all don't wanna press your luck
I got the windows down, hoody weather with a breeze
That's four mother fuckers, eight pockets full of cheese

[Chorus]
I got a whole bottle of Stolichnaya
A fresh bag of fire from my supplier
And I think I just saw cloud 9
Hundred and ninety-nine fly by
La la la la la la

[Verse 2]
This shit cut to the bone
Criminals sing this song (Hey!)
What's real can you not feel
The way we murder and kill
Open minds up and let guts spill
Never done on this level until
Now you might win a battle or a freestyle
But that's t-ball and I'm on a million miles
You got a sling shot I got armor and a shield
And a lot of hundred-dollar bills
And a hot model cooking all of my meals
New York lawyer closin' my deals
Nothing on the table, every cent banked
Dipped head to toe and my shit don't stank
Great white shark in a fish tank
Genie in your wish list, what your bitch thank?
What your bitch thank?