Issbrokie 2shmacked!
[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 f..ck '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
f..ck 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—
Steady, 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 f..cking 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
