Yeah, I'm wasted to the, yeah I'm wasted to the, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm wasted to the top Now I'm feeling like Riley And I'm cutting my bradley And I'm getting this bradley I'm wasted to the, I'm wasted to the top I been digging a lot I been digging a lot I been getting this grind Hold on, ayy, huh, huh Hold on, she sick of air Hold on, she making cash Hold on, in the trash Hold on, I'm getting mad Hold on, I'm in the bag Hold on, it's sad Hold on, I got the swag Making me, uh Making me, uh I am in black, yeah I'm in the black She want a box Box When They Child Like she talkin a lot She talkin a lot Shell ditty dee, Hey I shell this shell ditty dee Hey, shawty she up in the crib I had to break me a rib Hey, shawty she know what it is I'm on the block with the kids Hey, I'm on the road doing gigs Pull up and spit on the weave Hey, you don't understand like it's speech On my way to the top Making me, uh Making me, uh It's going down Talking to town I'm in your town I like I'm towns You outta bounds Your city phone When you around How does that sound? Give me a noun Give me a crown I'm in your spot I make it loud Making me, uh Making me, uh Oh my gosh Oh my gosh Oh my gosh Oh my