wasted

[Intro]
(What?)
(killjaeK)
(Something about study groups is)
(Real roadrunner, get the fuck out the way)
(You got it, mag)

[Chorus]
The Chrome man said I need an appointment
You don't got none to your name, disappointed
It's too many guns in the whip, you can't—
It's too many seats in the whip, you can't join in
Niggas be hot, they fingers be pointing
It's getting too hot, she want me to take it off
It's killjaeK, on bro, I don't play at all
I [?] for a minute, then dip, I ain't staying
I walk out that bitch masked up, like I'm Jason
Your man got— I know who faced him
My bro in that [?] 300, try race him
I don't fuck with you niggas at all, I ain't racist
I don't fuck with you niggas at all, I ain't playing
Like Quando Rondo, back to the basics
I Rick on Balenci, ain't wearing no Asics
I throw one back, I get white boy wasted
(What?)
(I get white boy— baow)
(White boy—)

[Verse]
It's too many [?], it's too many of us
Your man got clipped, I know what's up
When they hearing that eerrrr they knowing it's us
She keep pulling my shirt, I know she tryna fuck
This a TRS, not a regular truck
.223 out the window will make your ass duck
Can't go for a walk, 12 creeping up
I ain't do shit, I ain't do none
Bro hit my phone, he say I'm the one (Something about study groups is)
He want a new kit, he want a new gun (You got it, mag)
Pockets fat as hell, I feel like Big Pun
All these niggas bitch, it's making me mad
He goin' in an event, he going out sad
I walk in bank, I walk out and laugh
(??? bro what is this guy saying???)
It's 2 in the morning, I'm fucking with mag
Bro switched the— shhh, he ain't fuck with the mag
My bro got the drink, he will do your ass bad
I ain't there for [?], but I know I ain't lack
Some niggas that did too much and they lack
I ain't fuck with school, I was skipping my class
You don't got no [?], then get off your ass

[Chorus]
The Chrome man said I need an appointment
You don't got none to your name, disappointed
It's too many guns in the whip, you can't—
It's too many seats in the whip, you can't join in
Niggas be hot, they fingers be pointing
It's getting too hot, she want me to take it off
It's killjaeK, on bro, I don't play at all
I [?] for a min then dip, I ain't staying
I walk out that bitch masked up, like I'm Jason
Your man got— I know who faced him
My bro in that [?] 300, try race him
I don't fuck with you niggas at all, I ain't racist
I don't fuck with you niggas at all, I ain't playing
Like Quando Rondo, back to the basics
I Rick on Balenci, ain't wearing no Asics
I throw one back, I get white boy wasted
(What?)
(I get white boy— baow)
(White boy—)
(Something about study groups is)
(You got it, mag)