[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?