WASTED Lyrics

All y'all boys are pussies, y'all ain't nothing to me

Passion's what you fucking lacking- but you packing the heat?

Stay strapped, grab the GAT

Play the field, running back

Bitch I got so much to say I had to rap before the- crash

Ask me how I'm feeling, and I say that I'm fine

Yeah, they hit me up at noon and I say don't hit my line

I've been working everyday just trying to put in the grind

Didn't run away from shit but now I know that it is time

Time to fuck up the whole industry

Show them what I got

No stress piling trying to finish me

Fuck them if they not

Trying to love me for what is in me

Summer Shottas hot

But the past is fucking ending B

I cannot start looking back

I can only see my future cuz it's brighter than it ever was

Shining like my diamonds, more iconic than my double cup

Finer than designer, that's my girl she know she's lookin' tough

Buy her all designer

Oreo, my pockets double stuffed

Afterwhile, we finna bang

As I pull up to the crib

Put my dick up in her ribs

Never capping, never fibbed

Yeah she know just who I is when I be giving her the biz

But when she fly out for trips I stay as loyal as it gets

Ain't no girlie got to worry if I'm loyal, not a player

But the crew and I will pull up if you try to test my gangster

If you try and fuck with me or anyone up in my gang sir

Gonna spray a hundred bullets from your toes up to your face sir

Wait sir

I ain't finished eating, grab a plate sir

Didn't want a piece of me but now you say I'm great sir?

I knew what I had in me, are you not entertained sir?

Didn't see the God in me, but now you trying to pray sir?

Ha, haha, haha

Ha, haha, haha

Don't you fuck with me or little bitch you gon regret it, uh

Ha, haha, haha

Ha, haha, haha

Bitch I'm in these streets, and your life going to be the credit

Pour a drank, no chase it

Bitch I'm fucking wasted

Light a blunt and face it

Ain't no way we waste it

So you want my status?

Get the fuck up out my face bitch

So you want more classics?

Shut the fuck up and just wait bitch

Summer 22, yeah I know just what to do

Throw em singles- ain't no twos

I ain't got that much to lose

I ain't pulling hella bitches, one's enough for me to prove

Cuz she badder than your chick with an ass fatter than your chick too

I'm a badass, you's a fucking pussy boy

I face backlash, everyday while you stay fucking pussy boy

We are not the same, yeah no not a little bit

I be pulling up like Jimmy, only difference is I hit

Gang gon split, we finna dip if any clip start getting lit

Yeah at first you think you're hid until we hit your fucking crib

Hit a lick up on lil babies

Yes indeed we rocking shit

And the gang got Glocks and Sigs

Ain't no punching Rocky shit

Ain't no punch or clock in shit

Make my own way in this bitch

Pave my own road out this ditch

I'm always on, got no off switch

Keep a nine stuck by my back, bitch just call me Ricky Rubio

Dishing out assists to all my brothers in the studio

Dripping on my wrist, my bitch just asked me "Do it really glow"?

Asking me that shit's like asking me if I can really flow

Asking me for shit is gonna get your ass a fucking no

Do shit on my own time

This my own grind, not no TV show

Petty hoe

Strip into your Fenty clothes

Looking so incredible

Your pussy so edible

Uh, uh

Success is almost here, it's so close that I can taste it

Album coming soon, 2K22 y'all bitches wasted