Another Cup - Azazicc (Prod. Sinato)

Pop another bottle, top model for all these citizens
Drinking full throttle, my moto Fireball cinnamon
Hope I win the lotto, el dorado five ball minimum
Macho with the gato, but I’m not no minuteman
Not no minuteman, hot flow innit fam?
Nacho pot roast, got shows, spittin’ ‘em
Fought foes with hot hoes so I’m cripplin’ a crippin’ man
Think that’s all? A lot more spinnin’ man.

Uh yea, yo your boy got a slight itch
Take a moment outside cuz yo boy gotta light it
Left my open drink I encourage you to spike it
I need the extra flavor to savor cuz I like it
Not a Little Tike bitch, not a little white bitch, psych bitch,
Star bright, car light, reich kid
Drop ‘em to the floor got ‘em sayin’ goodnight quick
Not about the Coors or a whore Bud Light fish

More about the hard shit, drinking ‘til my heart quits
Bringing whiskey, vodka shots shit lets start this
Though that bar mix hits like martial art kicks
I’m far from pulling up on that stop park stick
Drinking stuff that make you toddlers nod off quick
When it comes to chugging I’m a martian to the marxists
Artist with the bong hits, largest with the garnish
Wine to wash it down for the narco narcissist

White Claw Wolverine, open please both of these,
So the dopamine rush in like a cocoa bean
Broken knees broken knees do it for the Hennessy
Choke on 3 quick before I go smoke a G
Zaza’d up, like nah nah yup, hit it hard, hit it hard
Now it’s spa spa’d up,
Eyes wide shut and blinded by some polka dots
Keg stands got me wet like your mama's butt uh

Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea
Grab the ice bitch
Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea
Pour a pint yea
Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea
This some nice shit
Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea
Any price yea

Drinking ‘round the bonfire, calling out you con liars
When it comes to busting chops on shots I’m a Tom Steyer
Pro at putting down Crown bottles like your mom’s Bryers
Know how many six pack stacks man I’ve gone dryer
Gone flier, gone higher, on fire bomb buyer
Gone Myers when I hear cap man I’ve drawn pliers
Sweet like a rose but sharp like that thorn briar
Drinking ‘til I doze and start hear that mourn choir

Pop another bottle, top model for all these citizens
On another level, on several, I’ll start listin’ them
Prestige 3 C O D, shots not missin’ them
Mean breed, Tea gene, twisted then I’m sippin’ them
Commander chief, gander me, I got standards and they’re keen
Clam snare squeeze, tangerine, slammed them, tandem, damn with ease
Man the beast, hammers Gs, dropping bombs, randomly
Cock blocked cops driving home blow a point 0 3