Wasted (feat. Juicy J)

Wasted and numb 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 accounts 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 made 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'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, undone It's only real niggas that can handle their shit man Wasted, undone Yea So if you tryna get lit wanna go 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 getting 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 going to 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 that 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's really going down in the goddamn south I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end 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?