This is a song about "Bitches bottles bratwurst"

Although thought that we would grow

Order bottles, no moscato

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Wale they call me tiger stripes

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Oh its over whole time she knows this

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips