Bottles of Patron

[Hook] Bottles of Patron... Bottles of Patron and I'm in my zone [Verse 1: Jay Biggz] Bitch I'm in the zone, I'm on that Patron Can't see you, baby cause I'm taking shots to the dome And I'm... I'm so wrong and I'm sorry if I offend ya But a nigga so gone that I probably won't remember (Uhh) It's ya boy Jay, I ain't hardly a pretender Got Cavali's on my shawty and Ferraris in the winter Summertime, I'm at the party, flyest mami on the Ninja Got a bottle of the Silver, no Bacardi in her system 8 grand make lil mama rain-dance like a injun Call me Chief Pop-A-Bottle, that's the life of big spenders Chief, pop a bottle, pour it up, take it to the head Freaks, lots of models, more than us, take 'em to the bed, yeah That's a holiday in... Get it? A Holiday Inn? She passed out, fuck it, body her friend I got my fitted faced low, and my stacks stay swole Hitting room service up, bring them Anejos. (That's them...) [Hook] [Verse 2: AK] I'm in my zone, you know I really can't be stopped I been grinding for this long, and I'mma make it to the top While I'm off that Patron, you know I'm gone, I'mma keep them bottles popping If a youngin trip, best believe I got them hammers cocked But I'm a calm dude, trust... You don't wanna see me flip Fuck talking now, it's light's camera action.... ....And I don't even need a script It's like my ad-libs, I just wing it I don't fuck with clingy bitches, fuck you to them snake ass niggas What up to them paper getters Clubbing, popping bottles 'til the morning come, ass drunk, have fun, pass some And back to the crib where she know to give that ass up Hat to the back, yeah I'm swagging in the place, man All white tee, yeah I'm swagging in your face, man I'm so gone, I ain't even in the spot though And then you check your arm and your bitch dick-hopped (Cause that...) [Hook] [Verse 3: AK] So now I'm body-tapping her friend She liking what she seeing, so she say she wanna get in Them I beat 'em both up, build 'em up like Legos Both of fine, Spanish, making me say, "Fuego!" Got them bottoms up and yeah I'm talking bout them bottles Get 'em feeling right, it's guaranteed to make 'em follow Mami on halt cause she see ya boy with Jay Biggz I'm knowing what she thought, so I pulled her to the side quick (Jay!) [Verse 3: Jay Biggz] We got them clear shots, color of them chrome watches I got Patron popping cold out of gold faucets Watching hoes pop it 'til a nigga so nauseous We bone foxes and toss 'em like some old boxers Cruelty to animals, no bread for the pigeons We on Patron, Moet for the bitches Straight shots will have the best niggas flinching Put a hole in your throat, shut your eyes and cave your chest and your ribs in [Hook]