Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – Bottle Poppers Lyrics

Bottle Poppers

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

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"Bottle Poppers." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 07:01 pm

Album: 2009

Track No: 13

DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh
A lot of motherfuckers be in the studio stressed 'cause they lyin'
It's tough to make up lies, ****, this our life
East Side on mine
Just like every time
L, L
Interior like white wine
We don't wear jeans in here
Slidin' in my sweats, these was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin' 'em
Handin' 'em back to your big dawgs and now you just watchin' 'em
This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim
Uh, can't hang if you don't swang
My gang do anything, I came to bring the pain
My strain is self-explained, you lame
And can't get it off of you yet
I toss up the set, bosses only, come correct
Horses in my bet
Porsches growlin' loud, big money portions
You made it off the porch, I let nature run its course
Play the game hard as a sport, we up and down the court
In the field, shit is real, houses in the hill
Hundred dollar bills fallin' out the sky, keep the liquor chill
Chrome grills, insides clean, that's just how we live
Quick to make the paper appear
Got your chick puttin' up silverware
Keepin' that weed smoke up in the air
These sweats was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles and never poppin' 'em
Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you just watchin' 'em
This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim
And you can tell which car's mine
Cabriolet and Italian design, interior white wine
I don't wear jeans in here, I'm slidin' in my sweats
These was fifteen hundred, ****, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin'
Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you just sittin', watchin'
This that fly doctrine
Take pictures like my Compton uncles, now they think I gang bang
Fool, I just be low ridin'
Everywhere I go, for sure, I bring that East Side in
Always outside ridin' while them other crews hidin'
Got magenta tinted diamonds, my Rolex windin'
First class seat reclinin', whack ass rapper feature declinin', I am
These sweats was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin'
Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you just sittin', watchin'
This that fly doctrine, Andretti and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim
Yeah, that's them
They gon' let us in
Got KK and Andretti in these joints
These motherfuckin' joints is like
We smokin' like three hundred dollar joints basically at this point
I don't know if you ever had a three hundred dollar joint
You hangin' 'round the wrong folks

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Jackson Patrick Card, Mark Brown, Marqus Brown, Peter Mudge & Shante Franklin.

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