2shmacked!
Popularity · Low
Listen
YouTube
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
What you doin', wilson?
Yeah, uh
Pink hearts in my vision for some bitch, don't want me back
Takin' E, it got me trippin', hope I don't get too attached
I'm steady puffin' off prescriptions, I be whiffin' on that pack
Keep that top shelf in my kitchen, I can't reach it, I'm too smacked
Bad bitch– bad bitch out my closet, keep that Gucci on my bag
Keep my guap inside a safe, I lock it when I leave my pack
Geeked up– geeked up on that good shit, got my family lookin' mad
Don't you judge me, bitch, I just made fifty bands off sellin' hats
Yeah, I put the blunt down and work on the art
Yeah, I just put the pen down and hopped on the bar
Yeah, I just copped a whip, push a button to start it
I don't even drive, so this shit still in park
Well, before you tell me that shit is retarded
Gettin' my license is still on the chart
But shit that I wanna get die in my heart
I'm too busy whippin' competition to park
I kill a beat and I'm puffin' a dart
This ain't regular dough, this ain't regular cart
I just copped me a pre-roll and rolled it apart
My bitch tellin' me, "Don't get smart"
Crack a lil' smile, like, don't even start
'Cause we fuck 'bout the beef, only worry 'bout bars
Whippin' exotic, irregular cars
Yeah, I smoke the spliff, turn my head into stars
Smokin' on that Z-A-Z-A
He wants beef, it's BK, BK
I might fire like PK, PK
On an opp blood like D-Day, huh
From the west coast, bitch, CA
Broke bitch runnin' 'round rappers like relay, huh
In the sparks whip, no EA, EA
Fuck on yo' main bitch, we gay, huh
Pink hearts in my vision for some bitch, don't want me back
Takin' E, it got me trippin', hope I don't get too att—
Steady, steady puffin' off prescriptions, I be whiffin' on that pack
Keep that top shelf in my kitchen, I can't reach it, I'm too smacked, huh
Pink hearts in my vision for some bitch, don't want me back
Takin' E, it got me trippin', hope I don't get too attached
I'm steady puffin' off prescriptions, I be whiffin' on that pack
Keep that top shelf in my kitchen, I can't reach it, I'm too smacked, huh (BROKIE, your music fucking sucks)
Pink hearts in my vision for some bitch, don't want me back-back (Fucking sucks)
E, it got me trippin', hope I don't get too attached
I'm steady puffin' off prescriptions, I be whiffin' on that pack
Keep that top shelf in my kitchen, I can't reach it, I'm too smacked, huh
Bad bitch out my closet, keep that Gucci on my bag
Keep my guap inside a safe, I lock it when I leave my pack
Geeked up– geeked up on that good shit, got my family lookin' mad
Don't you judge me, bitch, I just made fifty bands off sellin' hats