Lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott] Wasted or nah? (Aw, aw, yeah, aw) Are you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted at night [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Take a sip, drownin' in this shit, coppers on my hip, I hold my head I been takin' risks to make that money flip, shots to the head I ain't order it, I can't afford this shit Go to war with this, you overboard, I'm over-bored with shit Now, it's pay a player, pay a nigga, got a day-to-day to stack and still, I pay accountants Twenty racks to show just a little allowance Only come to Houston if the boy allow it Bow your head to a real one, comin' down with them main niggas H-Town, don't play with us, them with-it boys stay with-with-with it I been grindin', slavin' over time since I was a fan Lookin' in the mirror like, "One day, Jacques, you gon' be the man" One skinny, tatted nigga, blunt flicker, young La Flame, hot spitter who can't hold his liquor, yeah [Chorus: Pimp C] It's really goin' down in the goddamn South I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end It-it-it-it's really goin' down in the goddamn South I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end [Bridge: Juicy J & Travis Scott] There's a lot of motherfuckers that can't handle they liquor Can't handle these drugs (Wasted or nah?) It's only real niggas that can handle their shit, man (Wasted or nah?), yeah (Wasted or nah?) 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 talkin' crazy (Trippy) Three shots and you faded, freaks comin' out at night and they gettin' X-rated Four shots now, she wanna do the clique, any more shots, she ain't gon' remember shit Smokin' on extendos, no clips, project hoes goin' up in the Ritz (Trippy) She gon' do it for a G, anything for me, bruh, she just wanna fuck and drink and chief all the weed up Sexy bitch, pop that pussy 'cause you in your prime, pour that purple over ice, call it "turtle time" Shawty never been a hesitator, got her goin' down on the elevator Heard the pussy bomb, I'ma detonate her, fuck her from the back, keep the neck for later No magic trick, but I levitate her, with the magic stick, nothin' less than great When I hit her with the dope D, I'm gone, don't text me later, no extra favors [Chorus: Pimp C] It's really goin' down in the goddamn South I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end It-it-it-it's really goin' down in the goddamn South I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end [Outro: T.I.] Hmm, weed, lean, MDMA, he say, she say All the products of a young man gone the long way From the home that he known, '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, it wouldn't take much For you to find out, jump, have you took that plunge? If not in the same spot, how could you judge? (H-h-how could you judge? C-c-could you judge?)