J. White Did It - Get f**ed Up lyrics

[Hook] Sitting all alone Time to hit the liquor store Need some trees that I can blow And I'd done copped it for the low Now I'm ready, put it on ya New York to California Bring liquor, bring bud Let's get f**ed up Bring liquor, bring bud Bring liquor, bring bud Said "I'm ready, put it on ya" New York to California Let's get f**ed up [Verse 1] Yeah, mount up. Buddy been winning I ain't been in to the City in a minute Got some b**hes on the down gettin' ready Bringin' Henny, and Cîroc and some Rémy Backwood, roll it up and heat it (Didn't need it though) Drink in my cup gettin' weeded (Gettin' weeded though) Bodies in the party showin' love (where the love at?) Turn this f**in' house in to a club (Where the club at?) b**hes on the wall off the meter (Off the meter) Got tequila, Strawberry, Lime-Arita (Lime-Arita) Bad body hangin' imma beat her (Imma beat her) School teacher named Nina, she a diva (Yeah) [Hook] [Verse 2] Bouta be a blurry, she a baddy (She a baddy though) Little bitty waist with a fatty ( Got a fatty though) I ain't even have to speak, it's automatic (It's automatic) When I'm drunk just call me Pam [?] Told them b**hes "Do it for the 'Gram" (For the 'Gram) Drunken friends give a damn about your mans ('Bout ya man's, ho) Team Stone chokin' on that k**er (On the k**er) C-c-c-call it Techa Nina, Mackzilla Ba** go dumb, I'm the man (I'm the man though) Fly n***a tryna find somewhere to land (Where to land, ho?) I'm tryna kick it with the fam And tomorrow we gon' do this sh** again [Hook]