Get Throw’d (feat. 816 Boyz)

8-1-6 Boyz
 Ain't we sick boy
 Kali Baby... Get 'em daddy
 I came here pretty big night
 I can't remember it
 I'm drunk my breath is all one
 I might need a dinner mint
 A couple of strong ones and then a couple of shots
 I'm getting all one, ok
 I never take the wrong one can make anything I can pull
 I'll take a tall one, Ok
 Make my drink too big to hold and make it pretty cold and
 I'm too drunk to even speak nigga ass is pretty show'd
 If I could just be off my seat and I getting mold
 And drink you under the table Im talkin bout
 Pop-a-pop-a-pop-a sip hit the floor
 Ima turn it up and make it gold
 Go many, go many, go many, go many
 Ima have a heart attack (x8)
 Makzilla... Talk to 'em
 I'm Desi den sober sin
 Fellas leavin' cups of lean
 Celebratin' soups of through cups of lou
 Whatcha waitin' on? Get your drink on
 Everyone in 816 knows not into a friend
 Of a ten of a ten of a ten so unattractive
 My crew consist of 816as who take that slang
 And add some liquor make her chug-a-lug
 Till she starts to hiccup a thing for good
 A think clone tatted up real thick and wild so
 Lets make like a realas burnt thing zillas
 Kutt Kalhoun soo woo... Kutty Go ahead
 YEAH... BLACK GOLD sick'em
 Kutt the room bottle service
 Mister melvadear im the worst
 When it comes to touchin' my lips with liquor
 I do to fifths what I do to verses, Kill them
 Nigga might lose his shirt, 'cause im too beserk when im jagar bombin'
 I feel it, right up your hoochies skirt cause this erk the jerk is
 My fame, my mind, and I drop my draws and get naked
 Just my hat and tat to my necklace
 Soft as molly what you expected drunk like 40 bins and Im wreckless
 If you born to party I'm the wildest one in my clique when it comes to drinkin' man
 Its's breaking news when I'm pervy call me Ron Burgundy cause I'm the anchorman
 4 hoursemen im drinkin
 Jack Daniels (yeah?), Johnnie Walker(yeah?), Jim Beam (what?)
 Jose Cuervo (huh?!)
 throwin ups what im thinkin
 At about 7 of those
 Level a bro, wakin up sick is inevitable, head on the flo where it keep me!
 That'll get me throwin up that neeses
 , or a beef on bun on bread with a B.B.!
 I get so throw'd I mess around and wake up off in Mexico!
 So drunk that the killa cartel put the chainsaw down then accept a bro!
 So drunk on a hella late night I stumbled into Texaco!
 Askin for lexapro!