WASTED Lyrics
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, little 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? Spacecoupe, yeah it skates, woah
I was gon’ fuck that little 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, aye, bitch, yeah, it’s my time, aye
Okay, yeah, it’s ’bout time, aye, ugh, fuck a hoe, get paid (Bow)
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
Little 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, little 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? Spacecoupe, yeah it skates, woah
I was gon’ fuck that little 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
