Scope & J-Miri - Still Drunk (feat. Hayes)

Ooh we too legit to quit
Ooh we too legit to quit
Who you know can get this lit?
Who you know can get this lit?
Girl I’m tryna get with you
Girl I’m tryna get with you
This a party, What’s your drink boo boo
This a party, What’s your drink boo boo
Did all that for a drop of clout?
Especially when she wouldn’t even give you the mouth
You could have it all if you were a lil smarter
Said she wasn’t feeling you cuz my dick larger
No altar cuz we sinning
It’s not my fault sir I can’t help grinning
This is the one this the one time this is the fun time that we get to talk about for years
Walking down the street
Dance so good you have em talking down the street
Don’t give a fuck man don’t give a fuck
Feel so good about you that’s a must
Get buff, get buff
Get them muscles, do your push ups
Go on the treadmill practice your strut
Go fuck a slut (Use a condom tho)
Don’t be a problem no
If you ask her out she will not say no
Cuz you got it, you got it
Yea my nigga you got it you got it
Ooh we too legit to quit
Ooh we too legit to quit
Who you know can get this lit?
Who you know can get this lit?
Girl I’m tryna get with you
Girl I’m tryna get with you
This a party, What’s your drink boo boo
This a party, What’s your drink boo boo
I'm the best yeah
It's no contest yeah
I'm a medical grade nigga
That's no stress
But while I got this shit in my system gotta get something off my chest
I don't fuck with any of y'all but hold that thought, I digress
I'm just tired of trying to prove something that's if this was some test
I hop off my test, you're annoying, and you're small, you's a pest
And I got a swiffer for that ass cuz some of y'all is a mess
It's see a thot, speaking of bitches um your's obsessed
She be all up on my line and has been seeing you less
You just a fake ass nigga and nigga she's unimpressed
I'ma use that as a bar don't you get it? Double pressed
Boy I'm next, fuck you thought?
I know I'm blessed, I talk to God
Waddup world
It’s ya boy
I’m still drunk
I still felt low from my highs
So I stopped smoking the blunt
And to be blunt
The marijuana stunk
It wasn’t enough
Mind racing across the four bases two times off a bunt
God damn a nigga had to switch it up
So now I sip on the yakkity yak
Until I wanna yak
My stomach bubble up
Feel so gangster
You see all the signs
I been throwing up
Don’t ask me how I’m doing nigga
Just pour me another cup
And if I keep goin at this rate
You ain’t gon see me much
Death hittin me up, Nextel chirping, He come in clutch
I’m finna answer
I ain’t scared
I hop the line and catch the dub
And if I’m lucky I’ll be the newest in the 27 club
Oh fuck

Written by:
Jamiri Humphries, Khalid Merene

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