Barely Sober lyrics

[Hook: Belly]
Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa
All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma
My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)

[Verse 1: Belly]
Told her stay and listen, you can pay attention
You can say it's tripping just to pay tuition
You can say you're different, that don't make a difference
Just like all the b*tches I know
Won't catch me slipping, I'm just syrup sipping
I don't pose for pictures, I'm just being different
I'm too real with it but you're always tripping
Just like all the b*tches I know

[Refrain: Belly]
Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you

[Hook: Belly]
Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa
All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma
My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I ain't never sober, Codeine in the soda
Kush from California, coke across the border
Drugs get imported, love ain't important
These n*ggas ain't important
These n*ggas ain't my whodies
I got baggies baggies baggies
She got a fatty and it's tatted
I got a habit and it's tragic
But f*ck it, if I die I'm high I'm happy
OMG it's Tunechi Lee, I sip, I drink
Pop two, pop three
And just be free and just be me
They will critique I just keep keep
I'm pouring up and slowing down
We going up, it's going down
We throwing up because you know that more than enough is never enough
We pour a little more in her cup and measure it for what
And these b*tches already know we setting them up
Gotta bump it like some motherf*ckin' exzema bumps
They naked in pumps
My goons say they're checkin' the chumps
And when it comes to drugs never give up
Young Mulah!

[Hook: Belly]
Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa
All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma
My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
Oh my God b*tch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
[Refrain: Belly]
Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you
Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you