The Morning After

I'ma smoke this shit 'til I feel it

I'ma sip this drink 'til my kidneys swimming

I got Xans and an Advil bottle in my room

I'ma mix that shit 'til my body hit the ceiling, oh lord

They don't make 'em like this anymore

They don't make 'em like this anymore, oh lord

I'm just living my life, I'ma have the trap jumping

And we in there screaming "Fuck the other side"

Pull up in a Bentley four-door

Windows tinted, I got your bitch in there

Doing what she never thought she'd do before

I hope I don't feel shit the morning after

The morning after

I hope I don't feel shit the morning after

The morning after

I hope I don't feel shit the morning after

(Ayo Prado, beam me up)

Ayo Prado, beam me up