Drunk as f*ck lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: PacBoi Tank]

Walk around this muthaf*cka twisted
Ten shots of that whisky
Two blunts of that sticky
b*tch I'm on it, I'm on it
'Bout to one-eye my way home and
Thank God I'm off in the mornin'
If I wasn't I prolly would call in
I'm faded, faded: everything straight no chaser (uh)
Keep them L's up in the air
All the hoes show love to a player
b*tch I'm loaded (I'm loaded)
On 6th tryna find my whip
Throwin' up, f*ckin' up my kicks
And now the walls are spinnin' again

[Bridge] Hold up

Snapped out of that sh*t
Backed out of that whip
Hit the truck for some tacos
Had to sober up a lil' bit (f*ck that)
I ain't tryna go to sleep (f*ck that)
Y'all lil' n*ggas weak
'Bout to drop ya off then dip off
And go f*ck with a lil' freak, and
One thing about me, do what the f*ck I want to
I don't do pills but she on two
And her friend talkin' bout comin' through
I'm wasted (wasted), and we do this on the daily
Give a f*ck about what you sayin'
This is my life just live yours hater
[Hook: PacBoi Tank]

Drunk as f*ck, high as f*ck
We don't give a f*ck (We don't give a f*ck)
Drunk as f*ck, high as f*ck
We don't give a f*ck (turn up)
Drunk as f*ck, high as f*ck
We don't give a f*ck (We don't give a f*ck)
L's up, turn up (b*tch)

Drunk as f*ck, high as f*ck
We don't give a f*ck (We don't give a f*ck)
Drunk as f*ck, high as f*ck
We don't give a f*ck (turn up)
Drunk as f*ck, high as f*ck
We don't give a f*ck, L's up

[Verse 2: Lil Milez]

Look, I twist a sweet before I hit the street (uh)
Still tippin' on 44s
Goddamn I think I'm Pistol Pete
I'm leanin' (I'm leanin')
Red eyes and I'm prolly blue dreamin'
Henny on the rocks is all a n*gga drinkin'
And yo main tryna leave a n*gga this evenin'
Girl you frownin' (you frownin')
Don't p*ss me off cause I got bad bladder
At the bar and we finna get plastered
Feelin' like magic, abracadabra: I'm a
Pro at this, no rookie sh*t
I blow a kiss to her pus*y lips (yeah)
She tryna freak in my backseat
Safe to say that I'm pus*y whipped, hold up
[Bridge] Let me hit the blunt

And we blow like it's four two oh (yeah)
Same ol' sh*t, nuttin' new though (yeah)
Gotta stack money tall like Manute Bol (yeah)
I be givin' y'all the business with no suit on
Finna pull a bunch of freaks and bring a few home
di*k 'em down, kick 'em out
Hold on lemme put my boot on
I'm just sayin' (just sayin')
That's how a young n*gga play it (yeah)
Keep a cigarillo fulla that Jamaican (yeah)
Have a dread-head lookin' half Asian (uh huh)
I'm super high off this weedy
She super drunk off my semen
All I ever do is turn up
Man I swear I'm such a vegan
Call me Milli

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Asaad]

Let's get it
Saudi money, hunned bottles
Room fulla b*tches, and they all models
Just copped a tech nine with the swiss cheese nozzle
And she well mannered, if she f*ckin' swallow
Get money, f*ck b*tches
f*ck b*tches, get money
Said I can give a f*ck long as my b*tches love me (love me)
Said I can give a f*ck long as I'm gettin' money (money)
[Bridge] Let's go

Unh, broke boys drink cheap sh*t (yeah)
I'm on that pure white Hennessy sh*t (yeah)
Three hundred a shot, Louis XIII sh*t (shots, shots)
I make this sh*t get dark
Friday thirteenth b*tch
Rooski and this liq' bag, Ciroc bottles
We gettin' cash, pop models (pop 'em)
Millzy poured a sip, then he hit a lick
I gotta get this money and I'm drunk as sh*t

[Hook]