WASTED

Uh
I'm on that, uh, uh
I'm on that, uh, uh
I'm on that
Uh, uh, uh (fuck you talkin' 'bout?)

I'm off that mud, no, I can't feel my face (whoo)
I know you worried 'bout a nigga, bae (uh)
Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch, I check my laces (trip 'bout, trip 'bout shit)
I drown myself in racks, a money wave
What in the fuck are we doin', bitch? Space coupe, yeah, it skates, whoa
I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch, but I passed, she ain't my taste, whoa (no)
'Fore I ate my fit up, but I swear I'll say my grace (whoa)

Oh my God, I came through wildin', feel like Steve, can't see nobody
Connected like Wi-Fi, ay, bitch, yeah, it's my time, ay (hey)
Okay, yeah, it's 'bout time, ay, uh, fuck a ho, get paid (brraow)
It's that 'Wood I face, huh, I'm gon' throw no shade (huh)
I'm won't throw no miss, I'ma hit you when I aim (yeah)

Too fast in that whip, might end up in another lane
Drop another bag, I done ashed on my Helmut Lang (sheesh)
I had to go up, I had to cut them out the frame
Lil' bitch, you don't love me, you just love what's on my chain (whoa)

Pull off in a UFO, lil' Go, yeah, he a alien
Damn, he can take my spot? Nigga, yeah, take it then
Somebody get they thot, she's a bop, she's so nasty
Deep, we won't send no shots, we'll put it to your head (bitch, what the fuck?)

I'm off that mud, no, I can't feel my face (whoo, fuck you, bitch)
I know you worried 'bout a nigga, bae (worried, uh, uh)
Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch, I check my laces (trip 'bout, trip 'bout shit)
I drown myself in racks, a money wave
What in the fuck are we doin', bitch? Space coupe, yeah, it skates, whoa
I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch, but I passed, she ain't my taste, whoa
'Fore I ate my fit up, but I swear I'll say my grace (whoa)

'Fore I ate my fit up, but I swear I'll say my grace (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoa
Yeah