WASTED লিরিক্স

Uh I'm on that, uh, uh I'm on that, uh, uh I'm on that Uh, uh, uh (fuck you talkin' 'bout?) I'm off that mud, no, I can't feel my face (woo) I know you worried 'bout a nigga, bae (uh) Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch, I check my laces (trip 'bout, trip 'bout shit) I drown myself in racks, a money wave What in the fuck are we doin', bitch? Space coupe, yeah, it skates, woah I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch, but I passed, 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 Connected like Wi-Fi, ayy, bitch, yeah, it's my time, ayy (hey) Okay, yeah, it's 'bout time, ayy, uh, fuck a ho, get paid (brraow) It's that 'Wood I face, huh, I'm gon' throw no shade (huh) I'm won't 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 Deep, we won't send no shots, we'll 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, uh, uh) Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch, I check my laces (trip 'bout, trip 'bout shit) I drown myself in racks, a money wave What in the fuck are we doin', bitch? Space coupe, yeah, it skates, woah I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch, but I passed, she ain't my taste, woah '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, yeah, yeah) Woah Yeah