Chetta - Long Way From the Bottom lyrics

(You did good, $lick)
"Fuck man, I survive, fuck, I
Get it how I live, you heard me?
I take what I want, you heard me?
Believe that, you heard me?"

I pour four fours no sore throat
If it ain't 'bout dough i can't go
Haters can't live how I came up
Bitch I'm on the come up link up
Smoking on some hydro hit it slow oh oh
Sniffing on the pico she wanna go oh oh
Run that shit like Pedro need my pesos
Leave 'em with a halo drop the pin hoe

This how I'm coming this how I'm coming
This how I'm coming this how I'm coming
This how I'm coming this how I'm coming
This how I'm coming this how I'm coming

Don't give no fuck bitch you know what's up
Got the TEC-Y untucked
And we shooting ain't no bluff
If she leaving then she fuck (Hm-m)
All up in her guts i be knucking when I buck
Sipping three hundred a cup
Baby fеining I'm the plug
Hoe don't want no problems
$crim said woе you got 'em
Grey 59 I'm mobbing only way is up

This how I'm coming this how I'm coming
This how I'm coming this how I'm coming
This how I'm coming this how I'm coming
This how I'm coming this how I'm coming

I'm with the shit's paint ya face like kiss
Need a Breitling on my wrist
Why you acting like a bitch
I'ma try you in the pit
Smoke 'em like a spliff
I get higher than a blimp
It's a hot boy, check my temp
I don't know you, plead the fifth
Wockhardt in my soda hoe I thought I told ya
Try me send them souljas all up ya shit

It's always the center of the
Attention at every party
"Hey I'm some catch you try that again pal
And you'll be sleeping with the fishes"
So call now on this special TV offer
And surprise your friend's with
Louie the large mouthbass
For only nineteen ninety-nine

Long way from the bottom, bottom
Hoe you won't try me i got 'em (got em)
Out of hell I'm rising (rising)
Turn me up baby I got em (got em)
I'm going Scotty beam me up
Beam me up beam me up
Beam me up beam me up
Beam me up beam me up
Beam me up

This how I'm coming this how I'm coming
This how I'm coming this how I'm coming
This how I'm coming this how I'm coming
This how I'm coming this how I'm coming

Ain't no play
Semi on spray, I be slidin' all day
Stuff my Backwood with an eighth
I'ma throw it in ya face pissing on ya grave
Competition you ain't safe
Keep a cutter, that's a shank
Get you wet up like a lake
Boy, you Pontchartrain xanax for my pain
Ducking on a plane i cannot complain

Long way from the bottom, bottom
Hoe you won't try me i got 'em (got 'em)
Out of hell I'm rising (rising)
Turn me up baby I got 'em (got 'em)
I'm going Scotty beam me up
Beam me up beam me up
Beam me up beam me up
Beam me up beam me up
Beam me up