Wasted lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Juicy J)

[Travis Scott:]

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

[Pimp C:]

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

[Juicy J {Travis Scott):]

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

[Juicy J:]

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

[Pimp C:]

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

[T.I.:]

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?