Swimming Pools (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q, Ab-Soul & Jay Rock)

Playas always trying to pop bottles
 Niggas love to pop bottles
 Then get you a table my nigga
 Get you a table my nigga
 Pour up, drank, head shot, drank
 Sit down, drank, stand up, drank
 Pass out, drank, wake up, drank
 Faded, drank, faded, drank
 No syrup in this cup but this that po' up
 When you see me po' up, turn up til you throw up
 Like a bulemic fiending, for hurl over them toilets
 If I run out of liquor in your city, yo where the store at?
 One bottle, two bottles I'm a soldier, never sober
 Cup runneth over, don't give a fuck about cirrhosis
 One life, that's all we have, Ok lets toast to that
 Then dive in a pool full of liquor
 Swim laps like Michael Phelps
 Nigga why you babysittin only two or three shots?
 I'mma show you how to turn it up a notch
 First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
 Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
 I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock
 All the girls wanna play Baywatch
 I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it
 Pool full of liquor I'mma dive in it
 Used to wake up every morning to a glass of Alize
 Hope this dollar shot of E&J will take the pain away
 Aim and shoot, shots of Ciroc will make the girls get loose
 With it we all trippin off the hen like a female chicken
 You with it? (Soulo)
 Spread your wings, you probably won't get far
 I honestly wouldn't advise operating a car
 Try not to let the peer pressure get the best of ya
 And end up giving it up in a restroom like the rest of us
 So it's that groovy little nigga
 Known for popping them bottles
 Under my pants be a golden dick
 Bitch, everything about me solid
 Burberry nigga, them be my draws
 Alexander McQueen in closets
 Swagged out king, yeah nigga I'm Puff, uh
 Have that pussy throbbing
 Someone tell me where the drugs at, I'm into that
 Twisting off them molly caps
 Ciroc too don't fuck wit Goose
 Can I get a shot, swim in your juice
 Worth a stack a minute, everyday that shit repeat
 I ain't tryna sweep you off your feet
 Bitch did you see your tab reciept?
 All I, all I, all I, all I
 All I have in life is my new appetite for failure
 And I got hunger pain that grow insane
 Tell me do that sound familiar?
 If it do then you're like me
 Making excuse that your relief
 Is in the bottom of the bottle
 And the greenest indo leaf
 As the window open I release
 Everything that corrode inside of me
 I see you joking, why you laugh?
 Don't you feel bad?
 I probably sleep, and never ever wake up
 Never ever wake up, never ever wake up
 In God I trust
 But just when I thought I had enough
 More, more, bless me more
 We gon drink this mothafucka down, more
 Bottoms up then we pass it round, more
 Fill it up more, not enough, more
 Bless me more
 We gon drink this mothafucka down, more
 Bottoms up then we pass it round, more
 Fill it up more, not enough, more
 Fill it up more, not enough, more
 Fill it up more, not enough, more