2shmacked - issbrokie lyrics
[intro]
what you doin’, wilson?
yeah, uh
[chorus]
they crashin’ my vision for some b*tch, 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 b*tch– bad b*tch 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 sh*t, got my family lookin’ mad
don’t you judge me, b*tch, 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 b*tton to start it
i don’t even [?] sicilian park
well, before you tell me that sh*t is r*t*rded
gettin’ my license is still on the chart
but sh*t that i wanna get die in my heart
i’m too busy whippin’ competition to park
i k!ll 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 b*tch 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, b*tch, z*a
broke b*tch runnin’ ’round rappers like relay, huh
in the sparks whip, no ea, ea
f*ck on yo’ main b*tch, we gay, huh
[chorus]
they crashin’ my vision for some b*tch, 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
they crashin’ my vision for some b*tch, 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)
they crashin’ my vision for some b*tch, don’t want me back*back (f*cking 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 b*tch 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 sh*t, got my family lookin’ mad
don’t you judge me, b*tch, i just made fifty bands off sellin’ hats
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