Wasted (Feat. Cousin Fik)

The party going up like an airplane
I got a cup full of octane
Yeah I'm on one, more like two
I don't know about you
But I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
I-I-I-I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
One shot, two shot, three shot
DJ let that beat drop
Cause I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
I'm so wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)

I'm going up like the price of gold
I'm on the phone with the homie with your bitch on hold
Deep pockets, my paper can't fold
Look, bank roll so swoll thick like a dictionary book
In my demographics we push elbows and bricks
We like to hear ourselves talk and say slick shit
Like I had this one broad named one young ho
Her best friend's name was notepad
I changed her name to get my dough
Operation stack a dollar, I'm having my multiplication
I get faded everyday, everyday's a special occasion
Every night's a celebration, twisted like a pretzel
Double fisted getting green like pesto

The party going up like an airplane
I got a cup full of octane
Yeah I'm on one, more like two
I don't know about you
But I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
I-I-I-I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
One shot, two shot, three shot
DJ let that beat drop
Cause I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
I'm so wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)

I'm out my body, wasted
Octane in my cup, can't taste it
So it don't make a difference if I chase it
As long as when I finish somebody replace it
Four got a nigga moving slow like the Matrix
Dro got a nigga on like somebody laced it
Gucci, Louie, Fendy, Prada, all my bitches basic
Beat the pussy up, yeah my dick catch cases
Like Young Frank, ho my dick ain't racist
Ace got me feeling like I'm in two different places
We blowing out the pound, them haters going down
But the, but the

The party going up like an airplane
I got a cup full of octane
Yeah I'm on one, more like two
I don't know about you
But I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
I-I-I-I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
One shot, two shot, three shot
DJ let that beat drop
Cause I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
I'm so wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)

I'm married to my street sign, jump the broom
Don't plan on getting a divorce, no time soon
The black Daniel Boone, alcohol consumed
Been drinking since 1 o'clock this afternoon
Cool with all the goons, I'm a tycoon
Air this bitch out like a helium balloon
Ready for war state of mind, always on the case
Slight arsenal like Travis Air Force Base
Deep like your bitch's throat
Gave it up, money long like train smoke
She call her pigeon, body crazy
The definition of call a pigeon is shapeless
Buttocks curly, had to get a second take
How she stacked? Stack like some buttermilk pancakes
I'm loaded and I'm twisted and I'm faded
In the function getting white boy wasted

The party going up like an airplane
I got a cup full of octane
Yeah I'm on one, more like two
I don't know about you
But I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
I-I-I-I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
One shot, two shot, three shot
DJ let that beat drop
Cause I'm wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
I'm so wasted (wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)