Get Fucked Up - Stevie Stone

Sitting all alone

Time to hit the liquor store

Need some trees that I can blow

And I'd done copped it for the low

Now I'm ready, put it on ya

New York to California

Bring liquor, bring bud

Let's get fucked up

Bring liquor, bring bud

Bring liquor, bring bud

Said "I'm ready, put it on ya"

New York to California

Let's get fucked up

Yeah, mount up.

Buddy been winning

I ain't been in to the City in a minute

Got some bitches on the down gettin' ready

Bringin' Henny, and Cîroc and some Rémy

Backwood, roll it up and heat it

(Didn't need it though)

Drink up in my cup gettin' weeded

(Gettin' weeded though)

Bodies in the party showin' love

(where the love at?)

Turn this fuckin' house in to a club

(Where the club at?)

Bitches on the wall off the meter

(Off the meter)

Got tequila, Strawberry, Lime-Arita

(Lime-Arita)

Bad body hangin' imma beat her

(Imma beat her)

School teacher named Nina, she a diva

(Yeah)

Bouta be a blurry, she a baddy

(She a baddy though)

Little bitty waist with a fatty

(Got a fatty though)

I ain't even have to speak, it's automatic

(It's automatic)

When I'm drunk just call me Pam [?]

Told them bitches "Do it for the 'Gram"

(For the 'Gram)

Drunken friends give a damn about your mans

('Bout ya man's, ho)

Team Stone chokin' on that killer

(On the Killer)

C-c-c-call it Techa Nina, Mackzilla

Bass go dumb, I'm the man

(I'm the man though)

Fly nigga tryna find somewhere to land

(Where to land, ho?)

I'm tryna kick it with the fam

And tomorrow we gon' do this shit again