[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 n***a
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 n***as
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 n***a, 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?