Who Are You To Judge

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Crunk it up
Crunk it up
Shake it the fuck up
Uh uh ah

Feeling like Obi-Wan Kenobi
I don't even need no commander cody
Like I'm shooting three points like Kobe
I ain't McGee I'm not no fucking probee
Getting fucked up by the weed and oxy
Dilated pupils vision blury
Mind feeling slow feeling like a slushy
Going fucking hardcore that's how to party
Leaving the house in a fucking red Audi
Drinking smoking listening to lil Yachty
Hennessey mixed with fucking bacardi is like mixed with money and comedy
Philadelphia is always sunny

Who are you to judge
If I'm really really drunk
Don't you dare interrupt
Going hardcore in the club
While I'm smoking this blunt
I really don't give a fuck