Wasted

Uh, I'm on that-
I'm on that- I'm on that-
Uh, ugh, ugh (fuck is you talm' 'bout?)

I'm off that mud, no, I can't feel my face (woo, ooh)
I know you worried 'bout a nigga, bae (ugh)
Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch, I check my laces (trip 'bout, trip 'bout shit)
I drown myself in racks, that money wasted
What in the fuck are we doing, bitch? Space coupe, yeah it skates, woah
I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch but I pass, she ain't my taste, woah (no)
'Fore I ate my fit up but I swear I'll say my grace, woah

Oh my God, I came through wildin', feel like Steve, can't see nobody (can't see)
Connected like Wi-Fi, ayy, bitch, yeah, it's my time, ayy
Okay, yeah, it's 'bout time, ayy, ugh, fuck a ho, get paid (baow)
It's that wood I face, I'ma throw no shade (huh)
I'ma throw no miss, I'ma hit you when I aim (yeah)
Too fast in that whip, might end up in another lane
Drop another bag, I done ashed on my Helmut Lang (sheesh)
I had to go up, I had to cut them out the frame
Lil' bitch, you don't love me, you just love what's on my chain, woah
Pull off in a UFO, Lil' 'Go, yeah, he a alien
Damn, he can take my spot? Nigga, yeah, take it then
Somebody get they thot, she's a bop, she's so nasty
We won't send no shots, we will put it to your head (bitch, what the fuck?)

I'm off that mud, no, I can't feel my face (woo, fuck you, bitch)
I know you worried 'bout a nigga, bae (worried, ugh, ugh)
Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch, I check my laces (trip 'bout, trip 'bout shit)
I drown myself in racks, that money wasted
What in the fuck are we doing, bitch? Space coupe, yeah it skates, woah
I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch but I pass, she ain't my taste, woah (no)
'Fore I ate my fit up but I swear I'll say my grace, woah

'Fore I ate my fit up but I swear I'll say my grace, yeah