Vodka

[Verse 1: JYT]
God forbid if you’re the one who gonna knock me out
If not, baby, let me ask you what the fuck you talking about?
You're wasting time contemplating how your shit gonna be amazing
Telling me must be the vodka talking - nah, you must be trippin’
I’m the only one I care about
S & C forever, that’s the only shit I care about
J Y motherfucking T
I’m the one that you're afraid of
Who you trust now? Boy your DJ should be laid off, hold that thought
I don’t like being in the daylight, I can’t concentrate
I don’t like being in the spotlight, I might loose myself
But man it feels so good to be me, boy I’m feeling greedy
I need to do a shot of vodka

[Chorus]
So I might pass out, I was stressing though you saw me ballin
Double quattro by the bar but you didn’t see me falling
I’m getting faded, kinda feeling like I’m sleepwalking
So if I’m throwing shots must be the vodka talking
Must be the vodka talking
Must be the vodka talking

[Verse 2: JYT]
Are you a lot of fun when you get fucked up?
Pussy money drank, tonight my crew blows up
If you deduct the fun from the fucking what’s the point?
We ain’t leaving till we carry someone out this joint, now hold that thought
I don't have time to live forever, I'm in a hurry
You’re not keeping up, your vision blurry
If this is what you live for then I'm Sinatra
And if you rookies throwing up, you can blame the vodka

[Chorus]
But I was stressing though you saw me ballin
Double quattro by the bar but you didn’t see me falling
I’m getting faded, kinda feeling like i’m sleepwalking
So if i’m throwing shots must be the vodka talking
Must be the vodka talking
Must be the vodka talking

[Verse 3: MAFFI]
Zombie apocalypse
The crew be at the bar straight up stomping shit
Sleepwalking in the club ‘cause we up in it
Booty popping, I can’t see, get me out from this
Yeah, one eye open
Had the close the other - that’s a straight up omen
Had the call a cab but my man was right over
The table with a tray of shots and more kept coming
Hugging the bottle my head on the counter
Almost had to throw down - five knuckle shuffle
Shuffle, I’m dealing some mean cards
Trouble, I’m bringing the big guns
JYT, CH.I.P, SANO and Moneygrip
Who the fuck told you Scotch & co ain’t running shit?
God forbid I might pass out for the hell of it
Told the bartender we hella lit

[Chorus]
So I might pass out, I was stressing though you saw me ballin
Double quattro by the bar but you didn’t see me falling
I’m getting faded, kinda feeling like I’m sleepwalking
So if I’m throwing shots must be the vodka talking
Must be the vodka talking
Must be the vodka talking

[Outro: JYT]
I feel like I’m sleepwalking
It’s the only thing keeping me calm so I’m pouring
I feel like I’m sleepwalking
It’s the only thing keeping me safe so I’m pouring