Barely Sober

[Chorus: Belly] Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober [Verse 1: Belly] Told her stay and listen, you can pay attention You can say you're stripping just to pay tuition You can say you're different, that don't make a difference Just like all the bitches I know Won't catch me slipping, I'm just syrup sipping I don't pose for pictures, I'm just being different I'm too real with it but you're always tripping Just like all the bitches I know, ooh [Refrain: Belly] Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you [Chorus: Belly] Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I ain't never sober, Codeine in the soda Kush from California, coke across the border Drugs get imported, love ain't important These niggas ain't important These niggas ain't my whodies I got baggies baggies baggies She got a fatty and it's tatted I got a habit and it's tragic But fuck it, if I die I'm high I'm happy OMG it's Tunechi Lee, I sip, I drink Pop two, pop three And just be free and just be me They will critique I just keep keep I'm pouring up and slowing down We going up, it's going down We throwing up because you know that more than enough is never enough We pour a little more in her cup and measure it for what And these bitches already know we setting them up Gotta bump it like some motherfuckin' exzema bumps They naked in pumps My goons say they're checkin' the chumps And when it comes to drugs never give up Young Mulah! [Chorus: Belly] Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober [Refrain: Belly] Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you