Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Vocals
Juicy J
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Keyboards
MIKE DEAN
Keyboards
T.I.
Narrator
Pimp C
Sampled Artist
T. Zchien & The Johnny
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Larry Price
Songwriter
Michael Barnett
Songwriter
Will Barnett
Songwriter
George Clinton, Jr.
Songwriter
Chad Butler
Songwriter
T. Noporat
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Producer
Metro Boomin
Producer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Frank Dukes
Co-Producer
Ari Raskin
Vocal Recording Engineer
Blake Harden
Recording Engineer
Jordan Lewis
Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Recording Engineer
Jimmy Cash
Recording Engineer
Albert Chee
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kez Khou
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stuart Innis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Wasted or nah?
Are you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah?
Take a sip, drowning in this sh-, 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 sh-
Go to war with this you overboard, I'm over bored with sh-
Now, it's pay up player, pay a n-
Gotta day to day to stack and still I pay accountants
20 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-main
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-tatted-tatted, blunt flicker
Young La Flame, hot spitter who can't hold his liquor, yah
It's really going down in the goddamn South
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
It-it-it-it's really going down in the goddamn South
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
There's a lot of mo'f- that can't handle they liquor
Can't handle these drugs
Wasted or nah?
It's only real n- that can handle their sh-, man
Wasted or nah?
Yeah (wasted or nah?)
So, if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up?
Make sure you stay on our level, 'cause we go up
Let me see you up
Is you wasted, baby?
One shot, two shots and you still talking crazy (trippy)
Three shots and you faded
Freaks coming out at night and they gettin' X rated
Four shots now she wanna do the clique
Any more shots she ain't gon' remember sh-
Smoking on extendos, no clips
Project h- going up in the Ritz (trippy)
She gon' do it for a G, anything for me, bruh
She just wanna f- and drink and chief all the weed up
Sexy-sexy, pop that-pop that 'cause you in your prime
Pour that purple over ice, call it "turtle time"
Shawty never been a hesitator
Got her going down on the elevator
Heard the - bomb-bomb, I'ma detonate her
F- her from the back, keep the neck for later
No magic trick, but I levitate her
With the magic stick, nothing less than great
When I hit her with the dope D, I'm gone
Don't text me later, no extra favors
It's really going down in the goddamn South
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
It-it-it-it's really going down in the goddamn South
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
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?
Writer(s): Michael Barnett, T. Noporat, Jordan Michael Houston, Jacques Webster, Leland Tyler Wayne, Adam King Feeney, Will Barnett Jr., Larry Price, Michael G. Dean, George Clinton, Chad L. Butler
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