Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin' that body Got every man in here wishin' Sippin' on coke and rum I'm like so what I'm drunk It's the freakin' weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun Runnin' her hands through my 'fro Bouncin' on 24's

Just starin' out that window, watching the world go 'round And I seen all them old sad faces Everybody singing that same old song And I don't wanna be caught 'round here when that Judgement Day comes down Half drunk in Chicago, waiting for my train to

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

I get, (Uh!) damn I'm drunk. Yeah, only when I'm drunk Only when I'm drunk It happens only when I'm drunk. I need a chunck, no better yet a hunk of that funk I need a chunk, no better yet A hunk of that funk Yeah I'm good bad, dope I'm freaky fresh I

You never call me when you're sober Pour me one more, then another Keep me love drunk When I'm, when I'm, with you, with you Come on, tell me do you want me Do you need me like drugs need money Tell me once more who's your love for? Clearly I'm not

Everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up Break it down and roll it up Ok, ok, ok now everybody with me drunk as fuck Everybody got they killaz with 'em Rep yo side and throw it up Po' it up and it's goin' down Light another blunt and

Ah-oh-ah-oh-ah So high, so high Feeling drunk and high That we shoot across the sky That we shoot across the Oh, angel sent from up above Got me feeling drunk and high Now I’m feeling drunk and high

Call your friends and let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk Trust me, baby trust me I don't mind (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Made it to LA, yeah Finally in LA, yeah Lookin' for the weed though

I'm feelin' like I took a Perc', I'm at a loss for words It's like I smoked a pound of herbs, so please do not disturb Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird Can't even find the words, I'm so at a loss for words Metro Boomin want

Still writing songs about You on my bed and a mini bar three day I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women Broke up in places that we've never been in Spending all night and all day trying to say something new But it's no use I'm still writing songs about