Kalden Bess - Barely Sober lyrics

[Hook: Belly] Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) [Verse 1: Belly] Told her stay and listen, you can pay attention You can say it's tripping just to pay tuition You can say you're different, that don't make a difference Just like all the b**hes I know Won't catch me slipping, I'm just syrup sipping I don't pose for pictures, I'm just being different I'm too real with it but you're always tripping Just like all the b**hes I know [Refrain: Belly] Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you [Hook: Belly] Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I ain't never sober, Codeine in the soda Kush from California, coke across the border Drugs get imported, love ain't important These n***as ain't important These n***as ain't my whodies I got baggies baggies baggies She got a fatty and it's tatted I got a habit and it's tragic But f** it, if I die I'm high I'm happy OMG it's Tunechi Lee, I sip, I drink Pop two, pop three And just be free and just be me They will critique I just keep keep I'm pouring up and slowing down We going up, it's going down We throwing up because you know that more than enough is never enough We pour a little more in her cup and measure it for what And these b**hes already know we setting them up Gotta bump it like some motherf**in' exzema bumps They naked in pumps My goons say they're checkin' the chumps And when it comes to d** never give up Young Mulah! [Hook: Belly] Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God b**h, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) [Refrain: Belly] Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you