Grand Hustle Records - Wasted lyrics

[Intro: Travi$ Scott] Wasted, undone Are you wasted right now? Wasted, undone Wasted, undone [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] Take a sip, drowning in this sh** 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 sh** Go to war with this you overboard, I'm over bored with sh** Now it's a pair of players, pay a n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a, blunt flicker Young La Flame hot spitter, who can't hold his liquor, yeah [Hook: 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 motherf**ers that can't handle they liquor Can't handle these d** Wasted, undone It's only real n***as that can handle their sh** man Wasted, undone Yeah 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 gettin' X rated 4 shots now she wanna do the clique Any more shots she ain't gon' remember sh** 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 f**ing drink and chief all the weed up Sexy b**h pop that p**y 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 p**y bomb, I'ma detonate her f** 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 [Hook: 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, '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, how you took that plunge If not, we're in the same spot, how could you judge? How could you judge? Could you judge? [Produced by Metro Boomin]