Emma Gatsby - F*cked Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Tokes] (Let it run, Jackson) Okay I walk up in the party with no money, just a blunt in hand Now i'm in the spot with hoes on me like a summer tan If you hate it man I understand I used to do the same, but then I changed, now they say i'm the man The b**hes on a Molly while the homies popping Xans Smoking, getting brain, ash and babies on my favorite pants Dropped the Kool-Aid snippet had them spinning like a ceiling fan Now i'm doing tracks with some n***as that'll charge a grand n***as love to hate when they peep my pictures on the gram But like I said before - I don't care because now i'm the man Get into the party with no bracelet on my f**ing hand And smoke a couple doobies with some groupies where y'all n***as can't And if you think you smoking on What I ain't pa**ing, man You can try your luck and come and snatch it out my f**ing hand All my n***as looney We no goonies Just some goofy n***as All you do is simp, I get her wetter than the Hoover Dam All my n***as chill as f** All y'all n***as b**hes s** All my b**hes getting bucks and sh**ting on you n***a, f** They say "Tokes you rap? I say "Yeah" They say "Oh, that's tough!" They say "Is you smoking up?!" I said "Yeah, but i'm facing this" Smoking on that gas Exxon, BP Got a pretty b**h and she whiter than a bleached tee Same pretty b**h been steady begging for the pee-pee So I checked rock She blew it So I sent her to the D-League Please be- careful when you step to me Tipsy as a b**h same goes for the n***as next to me Especially, the b**hes that be pressing me Ain't nobody stressing me Walking through the club, zero f**s That's what's left on me [Hook: Emma Gatsby] Walk in the party, and they know what's up You're just getting started But i'm already f**ed up I'm already f**ed up