[Intro: Hit-Boy]
Yeah, bottled water for the table got the, drip
Go on, take a sip, sparkled for them, too
Yeah, we gon' get to it, one way, or another
OPM, HS87, came a long way, yeah

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Bottled water for the table, got the drip like FIJI
Sergio Tacchini, making sure my haters see me
Let niggas watch the way you move it, they get greedy
Don't think cause I'm ducked off I won't get you knocked off
I could never lose it I'm fine tuning the movement
Rappers in the game worry bout what Hit doin
You ain't even peeped though let these niggas knock again I'm shootin through the peep hole then hit Roscoes on Pico
Sun rise on you busters Hit-Boy still bussin'
Half-a-mill in your section you should get accustomed
Living room couch checking out her flexibility
I can see us committed not now but eventually
Damn we got chemistry and you told me stories bout
How you don't trust niggas in the industry you got that quiet storm mobb deep infamy, real one
She get that cash and bring it in for me so I order
Bottled water for my table wasn't always able
Had that stolen cable watching Clark Gable
I've been hated on at Complex and Fader
And I still do my best to keep it playa
And it's okay
Bottled water for the table got the, drip
Crack it open take a, sip
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