SMASH BROS ft. Tree The Artist & Lil Dickey Lyrics

Damn, screamin' fuck love, I want money Gave this bitch my heart and she left my fuckin

nose runny Let her see this lifestyle, now she want it

in her tummy Rapped her in this Prada, now she look like

a fuckin' mummy Damn, she playin' basketball with the dick

I told that lil' bitch stop screamin', I told her it's just a tip

She a lil' racist hoe, she told me to get the whip

But I'm a fuckin' gangster hoe, so I gotta get the switch

Young niggas steppin' in some Timbs, and you know I say trim

Put your bitch in fuckin' Skims, and you know I'm really him

Walkin' down to the fuckin' spot, and you know I got some tens

But I'm talkin' bout the Benjis, not the hoes in the Benz

I said I hate a stupid bitch, tryna fuck me for my cash flow

350, fuck it, I just ran up on a bag hoe Yeah, I'm in the Benz, bippin', but I'm hopin

I don't crash though I'm wit Ev and we hittin' bitches back-to-back like SMASH Bros

I am undefeated, bad bitch, yeah, I need it

I'm already known, she a free hoe, so I told her ass to eat it

Pullin' up, foreign car, bad bitch, by my side

If she not, you need to know, push her ass to the side

I don't really get it, this love shit really twisted

We had sex and drugs, then my feelings just got mixed in

Then I said I love you, and you know I really meant it

Please don't run out of love, I can get a new prescription

This love shit really different, got me all up in my feelings

Trauma from my past that I know I need a healin

Kept me on my shit, helped me get to the ceilin

Thousand dollar mindset, now I'm on the millions