2SHMACKED!

Lyrics

[Intro] What you doin', wilson? Yeah, uh [Chorus] 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 plaque Keep that top shelf in my kitchen, I can't reach it, I'm too smacked [Post-Chorus] 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 [Verse] 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, Z-A Broke bitch runnin' 'round rappers like relay, huh In the sparks whip, no EA, EA Fuck on yo' main bitch, we gay, huh [Chorus] 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— I'm steady puffin' off prescriptions, I be whiffin' on that plaque 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 plaque 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 plaque Keep that top shelf in my kitchen, I can't reach it, I'm too smacked, huh [Post-Chorus] 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