Wasted

[Chorus]
Bodies in the wasteland (Uhh)
When the real ones gone
Fake niggas can't control them
Those feelings get you wasted (Uhh)
Those feelings get you wasted

[Verse 1]
Plans have changed
Took too many downers
Need that pick me up
I came around to
Fuck her night up
Fuck the night up
(Higher)
Smoke this shit right here
I swear it's fire
Them goons steady lurking on the corner
Casing all them drops
Till one day they run up on ya
Pussy ass niggas
Catch these bullets if you want it
Ashy knuckles from the gunsmoke
Hurling towards ya
I just got a new license for the gunplay
2017 no need for scratch offs
Keep it clean
Late night dinners with my girl
Eating out to 12 play
Put that ribeye in her tummy
Till she say
“I’m full bae”
Cubano links connect the wrist
The way I whip
I'm Tony
Bout to cop a Breitling
For display I keep the time paced
The way these fuckers speaking on my name
You think they know me
They Keep intentions tucked away
Like 38’s
My snub face

[Chorus]
Bodies in the wasteland (Uhh)
When the real ones gone
Fake niggas can't control them
Those feelings get you wasted (Uhh)
Those feelings get you wasted

[Verse 2]
OT its OT
We at the finish line
I go in
Im boasting
Nigaa Im reaching prime
Fake fucks
Complicit for the come up
I see right through you
Your girl love to pillow talk your thoughts-
I plot against you
I press the issue
You might make the front page if them hitters flip you
Demons from your past revisit
Bitch I never left you
Im here to stress you
For years I watched the reign of false prophets-
Time to test you
Who got the crown?
Who got the keys?
(Yea)
Who want the smoke?
I’ll make it easy
(I will)
Fend for yourself
Your team is greasy
And they turning coat
Your ass is freezing
(Believe me)