Wasted (feat. Juicy J)

Wasted or nah? (Aw, aw, yeah, aw) Are you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Take a sip, drowning in this shit, coppers on my hip, I hold my head I've been taking risks to make that money flip, shots to the head I ain't order it, I can't afford this shit Go to war with this you overboard, I'm over bored with shit Now, it's pay up player, pay a nigga Gotta day to day to stack and still I pay accountants Twenty racks to show just a little allowance Only come to Houston if the boy allow it Bow your head to a real one, coming down with them main niggas H-Town, don't play with us, them wit-it boys stay wit-wit-wit it I've been grinding, slaving over time since I was a fan Looking in the mirror like "One day, Jacques, you gon' be the man" One skinny, tatted nigga, blunt flicker Young La Flame, hot spitter who can't hold his liquor, yah It's really going down in the goddamn South I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end It-It-I-It's really going down in the goddamn South I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end There's a lot of motherfuckers that can't handle they liquor Can't handle these drugs Wasted or nah? It's only real niggas that can handle their shit, man Wasted or nah? Yeah (wasted or nah?) So, if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up? Make sure you stay on our level, 'cause we go up Let me see you up Is you wasted, baby? One shot, two shots and you still talking crazy (trippy) Three shots and you faded Freaks coming out at night and they gettin' X rated Four shots now she wanna do the clique Any more shots she ain't gon' remember shit Smoking on extendos, no clips Project hoes going up in the Ritz (trippy) She gon' do it for a G, anything for me, bruh She just wanna fuck and drink and chief all the weed up Sexy bitch, pop that pussy 'cause you in your prime Pour that purple over ice, call it "turtle time" Shawty never been a hesitator Got her going down on the elevator Heard the pussy bomb, I'ma detonate her Fuck her from the back, keep the neck for later No magic trick, but I levitate her With the magic stick, nothing less than great When I hit her with the dope D, I'm gone Don't text me later, no extra favors It's really going down in the goddamn South I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end It-It-I-It's really going down in the goddamn South I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end Hmm, weed, lean, MDMA, he say, she say All the products of a young man gone the long way From the home that he knew, 'til he roamed where he at And the phone break up, unknown wake up Several one night stands, hung up phone, break up If he fall, will he fly? Sure, wouldn't take much For you to find out, jump, if you took that plunge If not, we're in the same spot, how could you judge? How could you judge? C-C-Could you judge?