Aight
Okay
They say I
They say I should take better care of myself
Maybe they're right
But not tonight
Hahahaha
Seven let's go
C'mon
Zoned out, turnt up
Shuttin' something down tonight
Kush, blunts, hash, bowl
Fuckin' with a pound of white
Order shot, shoot em down
Actin' like a drunk fuck
I don't know how I'm alive
Chalk it up as dumb luck
Drinkin' I ain't
Thinkin' I ain't
Eatin' I don't stop at all
Sippin something super saucy
Now I'm bout to cop a ball
Spendin' every dollar
I'mma make some more tomorrow
Clockin' out I hit the liquor store
And grab another bottle
Po'ed up with young prince
Now we're burnin' down a spliff
He said just keep this shit in check
Please don't let it drown a gift
I don't hear em choppin'
Just the sounds of bottles poppin'
Is it me or did you hear some motherfucking body knockin'
Pop another Molly
Rollin' trees like a lumberjack
Smokin' on that earwax
Call that shit that other crack
Sittin' in the K-hole
Starin' out the Cadillac
Yeah I love this liquor
But this shit'll never love me back
Turnt up, zoned out
Shuttin' something down tonight
Kush, blunts, hash, bowls
Fuckin' with a pound of white
Pitchers, shots, lines, rails, bumps, stacks
All that
Wavy, maybe, bout to take a break
If and I fall flat
Turnt up, zoned out
Shuttin' something down tonight
Kush, blunts, hash, bowls
Fuckin' with a pound of white
Pitchers, shots, lines, rails, bumps, stacks
All that
Wavy, maybe, bout to take a break
If and I fall flat
If I work a double
I'mma gotta have a couple
Holler at the bartender
Tell her make this one a double
Swillin' down the ave
Sippin' dirty cash daily
Tippin' steady sippin'
I am fucked up, wavy
Every thing is gettin' drank
Everybody gettin' drunk
Smooth is on the way
He said he gotta baby in the trunk
Stoppin's not an option
I ain't poppin'
I ain't lockin'
Feels like all I really need
Is a motherfuckin' Oxycontin
I am rotten on the inside
A plane, vin slide?
Talkin' to a serpent
Feelin' like both of my wrists tied
No one should be this high
Double helix makes knots
Fuck a double D-V-B
Like everybody a shots
No one sets it off
Swilly and em, we go it's own
Turn it up an octave, and knock a bitch out of it's zone
Misery love company
If you ain't swill then get gone
I'm down to make a ralvage as soon as that other vince' gone?
Turnt up, zoned out
Shuttin' something down tonight
Kush, blunts, hash, bowls
Fuckin' with a pound of white
Pitchers, shots, lines, rails, bumps, stacks
All that
Wavy, maybe, bout to take a break
If and I fall flat
Turnt up, zoned out
Shuttin' something down tonight
Kush, blunts, hash, bowls
Fuckin' with a pound of white
Pitchers, shots, lines, rails, bumps, stacks
All that
Wavy, maybe, bout to take a break
If and I fall flat