WA$TED!

[Intro: Travis Scott] Wasted or nah? (Aw, aw, yeah, aw) Are you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Take a sip, drowning in this shit, coppers on my hip, I hold my head I've been taking risks to make that money flip, shots to the head I ain't order it, I can't afford this shit Go to war with this you overboard, I'm over bored with shit Now, it's pay up player, pay a nigga Gotta day to day to stack and still I pay accountants Twenty racks to show just a little allowance Only come to Houston if the boy allow it Bow your head to a real one, coming down with them main niggas H-Town, don't play with us, them wit-it boys stay wit-wit-wit it I've been grinding, slaving over time since I was a fan Looking in the mirror like "One day, Jacques, you gon' be the man" One skinny, tatted nigga, blunt flicker Young La Flamе, hot spitter who can't hold his liquor, yah [Verse 2: Yung Lean] I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wastеd If I really wanna get it, you know I'ma take it Mixing-mixing ice, Sad Boys, you know we made it I be so damn gone that I'm feeling like I'm lazy In that white Range Rover, driving, bet you know I'm wasted SBE, blowing cash fast, spend it to the last rack Living life the fast track, bitches blowing Sad Pack SBE got sad, man, you know I'm so wasted [Pre-Chorus: Yung Lean] I'm so high like a tower (Tower) I picture myself being higher (Higher) I wipe my face off with a towel (Towel) I'm smoking spirits, I'm a fighter (Fighter), I'm so wasted [Chorus: Travis Scott & Yung Lean] I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted Mix the Sprite with Xanny, lean, it's how we taste it I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted Yeah, the rockstar-life we live is so amazing, woo [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky] They call me F-L-A-C-K-O and don't play, no, 'bout my papes Baked potato on that Draco, new bandana on my face Ain't no stains up on my drapes, squeaky clean, fuck you say? Peep them teeth, no dentures please Princess cut, no dentist, please Say cheese for the cameras (Ayy) Eight Gs for the dancers (Ayy) Benjis in the safe (That's right, ayy) Bentleys for the phantoms (Uh) But they all go to waste (Uh) So what more can I say? Praise to the Lord, give him grace The scar on my face Uh, fuck no, this ain't no hookah Smokin' while I'm strollin' down Wooster Buck fifty, my babushka No pistol poppers and prostituters Card scammers and the Prada boosters Low top, yeah, the powder blue ones Robber too, huh? Power to ya Hallelujah, better pray to God Pearls and diamonds, that's excessive Money, power, that's excessive Money problems, that's expected Marijuana, ass, and breastes Pearls and diamonds, that's excessive Money, power, that's excessive Money problems, that's expected Marijuana, ass, and breastes [Verse 4: Travis Scott] I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted Molly, Xan' and lean and percocets and I feel racy I got that ice, I got that ice, it's not Fugazi My crew done been there, hold the block, we shoot that sprayin' Come in here clean, you know we rasta like Jamaicans Dreadlocks, we swayin', I'm in common, I'm too lazy And then we block it out that plaza and I'm too wasted We got that ice, we got that golden, don't be patient And I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted, I'm so wasted I got that ice in my chain, yeah, that's no Fugazi I got that wrist that work, that wrist that work, that crazy I got that good dick that-that BJ make 'em crazy, woo [Outro: T.I.] Hmm, weed, lean, MDMA, he say, she say All the products of a young man gone the long way From the home that he known, 'til he roamed where he at And the phone break up, unknown wake up Several one night stands, hung up phone, break up If he fall, will he fly? Sure, it wouldn't take much For you to find out, jump, have you took that plunge? If not, in the same spot, how could you judge? H-h-how could you judge? C-c-could you judge?