Lyrics Travis Scott

Travis Scott

Wasted

Wasted, undone

I’m wasted right now

Wasted right now

Wasted right now

Take a sip, drowning in this shit

Choppers on my hip, I hold my head

I've been taking risks to make that money flip, shots to the head

I ain't ordering, I can't afford this shit

Go to war with this you overboard, I'm over bored with shit

Now it's a pair of player niggas

Gotta day to day stack and still I pay accounts

20 racks to show just a little allowance

Only come to Houston if the boy allow it

Bow your head to a real one

Coming down with them main niggas

H-town don't play with us

Them Reddick boys stay with it

I've been grinding, slaving over time since I was a fan

Looking 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

It's really going down in the goddamn south

I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

It's really going down in the goddamn south

I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

There's a lot of motherfuckers that can't handle they liquor

Can't handle these drugs

Wasted, undone

It's only real niggas that can handle their shit man

Wasted, undone

Yea

Wasted, undone

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

Is you wasted baby?

One shot, two shots and you still talking crazy

3 shots and you faded

Freaks coming out at night and they game X rated

4 shots now she wanna do the clique

Any more shots she ain't gon' remember shit

Smoking on extendos, no clips

Project hoes going up in the Ritz

She gon' do it for a G anything for me bro

She just wanna fucking 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 going down on the elevator

Hear that 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. nothing less than great

When I hit her with the dope D I'm gone

Don't text me later, no extra favors

It's really going down in the goddamn south

I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

It's really going down in the goddamn south

I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

Weed, lean, MDMA, he say she say

All the products of a young man gone the long way

From the home that he knew till 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 wouldn't take much

For you to find out, jump

How you took that plunge

If not, we're in the same spot

How could you judge?

How could you judge?

Could you judge?