Lyrics Bottle Girl Interlude - Judy

Try it I might
Friday night lights
Drippin' to the thigh
Aye aye aye
That bitch is my type
Sittin' just right
Why I, I
Why I oughta
This shit gon ride
Judy gon' write like water
Never gon' sign
Nigga what's a dime to a dollar
That bitch is a dime
And she gon' ride for the dollar
Put it in the sky
Friday night, lights in the bottle