[Intro: Travi$ Scott] Wasted, undone I'm wasted right now Wasted right now Wasted right now
[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip, I hold my head I've been taking risks to make that money flip shots to the head I ain't ordering, I can't afford this shit Go to war with this you overboard I'm over bored with shit Now it's a pair of players, 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 Reddick boys stay with 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
[Bridge: Pimp C] 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
[Interlude: Juicy J & Travi$ Scott] 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 Wasted, undone 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
[Verse 2: Juicy J] Is you wasted baby? One shot, two shots and you still talking crazy 3 shots and you faded Freaks coming out at night and they game X rated 4 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 Hear 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
[Bridge: Pimp C] 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
[Outro: T. I.] Weed, lean, Mdma, he say she say All the products of a young man gone the long way From the home that he knew till 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 How you took that plunge If not, we're in the same spot How could you judge? How could you judge? Could you judge?
Compositores: Larry Price, George S Clinton, Michael Barnett, Will Barnett Jr, Chad L Butler, Adam King Feeney, Leland Tyler Wayne, T Noporat, Jacques Webster, Mike G. Dean ECAD: Obra #45760997