Wasted and I I wasted all my heart Wasted and I Wasted and I Take a sip, drowning in this shit Coppers on my hip, I hold my head I've been taking risks to make that money flips I stood there, I ain't order it I can't afford this shit Go to war with this, you overbought I'm overbought with shit Now it's pay a player, pay a nigga Got a day-to-day to stack it Still I pay accountants 20 racks of shoulders, just a little allowance Only come to Houston if the boil out Buy your head to a real one Coming down with them May niggas H-Town don't play with us Them witty boys stay witty I've been grinding, slaving overtime Since I was a fan Looking in the mirror like one day Jock, you gon' be the man One skinny tatted nigga Blood flicker Young aflame, hot spitter Who can't hold his liquor? It's really going down in the goddamn side A trio, a plunder to the end It's really going down in the goddamn side A trio, a plunder to the end It's a lot of motherfuckers that can't handle they liquor Can't handle these drugs Wasted on us It's only real niggas that can handle that shit, man Wasted on us Yeah Wasted on us 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 It's your 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 She gon' do it for a G, anything for me, bruh She just wanna fucking drink, and she all the weed up Sexy bitch, pop that pussy cushion in your prime Pour that purple over ice, call it turtle time Shorty never been a hesitator, got her going down on the elevator Heard the pussy bomb, I'm a detonator Fuck her from the back, keep the neck for later No magic trick, but I levitate her With a magic stick, nothing less than greater 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 Tree up, I'm crunching to the end It's really going down in the goddamn south Tree up, I'm crunching to the end Weed lean, MDMA, he say, she say All the products of a young man gone a long way From the home that he knowin' Till he rollin' way out And his phone break up Unknown wake up Several one night stands Hung up, phone break up If he fall, would he fly? Sure wouldn't take much For you to find out, jump Hey, you took that plunge? If not, we're in the same spot How could you, Jay? How could you, Jay? Could you, Jay?