Quez (Trinidad James)

Alright dirt, let's go (I'm too fucked up) I'm too fucked up (4x) I need a trippy bitch, I ain't with that cute shit (4x) I'm too fucked up (I'm too fucked up) (8x) My nigga what you need? My nigga what you smoke? My nigga what you drank? My nigga pour a fo' Nosebleed, nosebleed My nigga, what you snort? I took a hundred shrooms I need a hundred more I need a trippy bitch She fuck on Hennessy She got that Miley Cyrus White girl shaking Now watch her shake (bust) Now watch her shake (bust) Now watch her shake Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm still seeing spaceships on Bankhead, I'm too fucked up I need a trippy bitch, ratchet bitch The one that like the drugs She addicted to the club Ain't with the cute shit I'm looking for a hundred piece That's got the real freak in her blood I'm two fucked up, already doubled up Bands'll get her naked like a birthday Bougie, cute, gold digger Hold up, you got the wrong nigga in the first place I like to see her spread her legs in the two seater Wet and hot, runnin' like a meter Tellin' me, all she want me to do is beat it Got her leakin' by the litre So I eat her cause it's sweeter I need a real trippy bitch when I'm fucked up Ain't with that cute shit in my spaceship Gas blowin' on your way out Tell your homegirl to come in Cause your ass can't stay here Hell yeah I play with my nose, Got powder stains on designer clothes, I be rollin' off of them crystals, Got a nigga brain feelin' like a launch missile, God damn right, Off that thizzle, Bitch I'm ballin, blow my whistle, Smokin' on a Bobby Johnson, Got felatio at my concert, Knockin on them hoes tonsils (2x), Got my cock all up in her noggin, When I be shoppin', And she callin' callin' me daddy, Got road head up in that caddy, And she the driver And I can't explain nothin' But I know one thing it was fatal, I be higher than a motherfucker, Fucked up, turn down for what? I wanna fuck, she wanna fuck, So we hit the BP to grab a rum, Copped a Fiji and a box of magnums, Hit that bitch with that arm and hammer, Dope dick, stay focused, Need a trippy bitch... I got a 20oz, couple lines in it ... but sure I'm finished Heart beat sound like I'm playin' tennis Drinkin' Dr. Pepper, looking just like dentists Looking for a trippy bitch That cute shit I ain't with that Ratchet bitches getting turnt up Off a couple pills and a six pack I'm too fucked up My crew fucked up My boo fucked up They rubbed me up too much That made me tough So now I'm too turnt up on O-Zs of OG burnt up I be in chronic city Player fly to funky town Codeine and prometh and tussin' Next there to wash 'em down Pop me a roxy, percocet Or a lower tab I'm on that molly, plus that Madonna I'm going mad ... til the diz-ay I diz-ie Set that shit back I'm crownin' They still live by the now, fly Need my bitches fire I need my bitches hiz-igh So high we gettin' sky Til they can't take no more now they fly They soakin' wet, never try And overflow of supply The truth they cannot deny And givin' only a try No ho, no owe me no lie Keep dummy promises from me The influence I'm under But I'm on top of this money Say, what's funny honey Don't see no laughing stock Not your Winnie The Pooh But do want into your honey pot Turn down the giggle box Turnt up her kiss my spot Gyrating and motivating on chemicals Recreating Woodstock I wish I would stop Like they say turn down for what? Before they turnt up, get crunk I come to get niggas buck And now they stuck with me And trill and buck with me I need a trippy bitch to come get fucked up with me Hold up, man Y'all just heard that shit? Man, y'all playin' Anyways man, where my homegirls? I don't have groupies I have homegirls All my homegirls bob your head with me one time Yeah