we poppin bottles like we won a fucking championship... we poppin bottles like we won a fucking championship... we poppin bottle like we a fucking championship... hop up in that Aston martin push to start and let it rip... young city that's me ... I'm reppin that 22+3 25 where I reside till the day that I motherfuckin D I E... you niggaz cant come round here... specially if you ain't from round here... no static got an automatic extendo with a 100 round drum round here... listen up pay attention... you bout to get what you need and more... you fake and your dead... leave your squad redder than the teams in superbowl 54... cheers... it's a celebration bitches... we popping bottle by the case loads... and you ain't getting nada nada solitary dollar... no euros... no yins... no pesos... my niggaz kill if I say so... all i gotta do is say go... you think you hard with your squad... but behind closed door you niggaz soft like play dough... landover landover... all my landover niggaz throw your Ls up... you can find me 202 poppin bottles by the popeyes or the motherfucking shell bruh