Could’ve Played Fallout

[Intro: Whipstick & Mr. 8 Legz]
Come on, get the fuck out the fucking car
I don't g- get the fuck off me
Yeah
I'm walking, alright?
Look, I could've sat at home and played Fallout or some shit
Uh huh, but we're not gonna do that tonight
We do that every Friday
No, dude, I'm only out here 'cause you said there'd be coke
I'm not talking to anybody
Well at least you're fucking out, Jesus Christ

[Verse 1: Mr. 8 Legz]
Man, how in the fuck am I here again?
Looking in the mirror I've been staring in
Smile ear to ear, it's embarrassing
'Cause I just did a goddamn fat line for the ninth time
Really hope they were sharing this
Don't know these people or care to bitch
Leave it to Whip and his arrogance
To drag me to a party to experiment
Something 'bout I'll come out of my shell, we're a clan (Yeah sure)
That's when I told him to fuck himself, now, here I am
Haven't talked to nobody, I just sit here and keep on snorting off a
Picture of the owner's mom, you know? Something unimportant
Heartbeat got me tripping, I ain't living 'til the morning, might
Just plank my way on to my head while screaming vintage Orton
Fucking hope I ruin the rug bleeding out of every orifice
Go out a grown man on drugs, re-enacting a home abortion

[Chorus]
I'm so coked out
Need another line if you don't mind
I don't know 'bout
How I'm gonna drive or stay alive
'Cause I'm so out
Of my fucking mind, it's so sublime
Bruh, no doubt
I'm just tryna die high, zooted with my eyes wide

[Verse 2: Whipstick & Mr. 8 Legz]
Oh my god, I love cocaine
Time we get it started when we crash another party
And we gonna get retarded like it ain't no thang
Ain't no thang?
Ain't no thang! Bang another 8-ball back sleigh
Whippin' with the snowman St. Nick
Yeah he got the greatest stash
Fame at last, payments stacked
Kickin' shit, crane attacks
Faded fast on the plane as we staging that famous act
Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?
I don't know Legz, but we got invited to a dope ass party
Where the wife's excited, and the drugs are free, so please
Don't mind if I didn't wanna spend another Friday night
Playing Fallout in your bedroom when I could be layin' pipe
So please sweet Jesus, need this, I'm fiending
I'm feeling broke down, spending all my chips
I'm feeling sick going broke, wow

[Chorus]
I'm so coked out
Need another line if you don't mind
I don't know 'bout
How I'm gonna drive or stay alive
'Cause I'm so out
Of my fucking mind, it's so sublime
Bruh, no doubt
I'm just tryna die high, zooted with my eyes wide

[Bridge: Dubbs]
Oh
What goes up
Must come down
They're sober, now

[Verse 3: Mr. 8 Legz & Whipstick]
Ugh, fuck, goddamn it, where am I?
At the party, in a bedroom hungover from last night
(I get it) Yo, my head's killing me
Oh yeah?
Dude it feels like torture
No way!
Yo wait, what the fuck is that?
Oh that? Just a dead bitch in the corner
What? What did you do?!
What do you mean "What did I do?"
What did you do, dumb bitch?
I ain't do shit, don't try it, I know you, Whip
Did it even sound like I'm fighting?
Well kinda
Al-Qaeda? Got a bomb under your shirt?
Motherfucker I'll find it
What the fuck is that? Is that a trident?
What, I can't pick up cool shit when I find it?
No! Fuck you dog, that's profiling
You know that's wrong, so no smiling
But what do you suggest that we do with this mess?
'Cause I'm kinda fucking stressed, and you're so silent
Ugh, oh my god, shut the fuck up
You killed someone, just buck up
You blacked out after the 8-ball
I'm the one that's chained to the dang wall

[Chorus]
I'm so coked out
Need another line if you don't mind
I don't know 'bout
How I'm gonna drive or stay alive
'Cause I'm so out
Of my fucking mind, it's so sublime
Bruh, no doubt
I'm just tryna die high, zooted with my eyes wide

[Outro: Dubbs]
Oh
What goes up
Must come down
They're sober, now