liquid gutter

(Intro) (Sound of a bottle cork popping) (Liquid pouring into a plastic cup) Hold up... pass that over here. Yeah. Get a glass. Get a shot. We ain't sipping tonight, we tipping tonight. Get 'em up! (Chorus) Pour it up, let it run, let the bassline hit Take a shot to the head, let the room get lit Arch it back, let 'em see, let 'em feel the heat From the bottle to the glass, from the rhythm to the street! (Drink!) Slide it down, let the spirit take hold (Yeah!) Shaking that body, yeah, you bold, gold, and cold! (Verse 1) Hennessey, Moonshine, whatever’s in the cup Keep 'em coming, baby, don't you dare slow up Short shorts clinging to the sweat and the gin Let the ice melt down where the rhythm begins I see you swaying, yeah, you feeling that buzz Doing things your mama said a lady never does! Back it up, drop it down, let the bottle hit the floor If they looking for a show, give 'em ten times more! (Bridge) (Music strips back—just a heavy, distorted bass throb) One shot... (Yeah!) Two shots... (What!) Three shots... (Go!) Now let the 808 BLOW! (Hook) Tip it back! (Tip it back!) Let it go! (Let it go!) Too much whiskey, about to overflow! Gutter and gritty, we the kings of the dark One match, one bottle, yeah, we bringing the spark! (Outro) (Slow fade with the sound of ice clinking) Yeah... that’s it. Keep pouring. Keep shaking. We just getting started.