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