Wasted (feat. Juicy J)

Wasted and numb

Are you wasted or nah?

Wasted and numb?

Wasted right now?

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 accounts

20 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-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, yeah

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

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

She gon' do it for a G, anything for me bro

She just wanna fucking 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

Mm; 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? Could you judge?