G-Scott - 3Lit

I was screwed up
I was fucked up
I need 2 cups
I need 2 blunts
Now I'm 2 turnt
Now I'm 3 lit
Told me calm down
Let me pop shit

I was screwed up
I was fucked up
I need 2 cups
I need 2 blunts
Now I'm 2 turnt
Now I'm 3 lit
Let me calm down
Let me pop shit

PTSD I was broke for so long now a days I be uncomfortable in designer
Fuck her then fall asleep in the vagina
Call that a cat nap or pussy pajamas
Ran up a ticket and checked me a bag
In a class of my own I'm a private airliner
Shoutout to Wade
Man shoutout to Kota and Zay
Catch a vibe swear I'm good in Atlanta
Used to pull up and put four in a Fanta
Having nightmares in a Ford need a phantom
Promise what's coming dawg none of this random
Vision and purpose a hell of a tandem
Wait
High stakes nigga Ruth Chris
No brakes til it's roofless
I done seen so many bows thrown
Talking Packs gone
Going Ludacris
Ain't no disturbing my peace
Trying to turn Vs to VVS's
Wake up take a piss then count my blessings
I cant trust no women who keep up with exes
I can't trust no niggas out here pussy stressing
That's including me
Treat these verses like a canvas
Back against the ropes
Still a nigga kept it triple G
Nigga Triple B

I was screwed up
I was fucked up
I need 2 cups
I need 2 blunts
Now I'm 2 turnt
Now I'm 3 lit
Told me calm down
Let me pop shit
I was screwed up
I was fucked up
I need 2 cups
I need 2 blunts
Now I'm 2 turnt
Now I'm 3 lit
Let me calm down
Let me pop shit

Telling stories like it's fact still
But you cap still
Anthony Mackie or Chris Evans
I done earned stripes
I got racks still
The niggas who with me now
All soldiers so when life turn winter came out winning
Chill
Flick a bic and light the John Wick
Turn my pen to blick like I need more kills
Super Gremlin living in the matrix
I seen both sides
I ate both pills
Felt the LoveHate
Seen the RealFake
Then got used to how the Numb Feel
Lot of camp fire stories
Rocks, Sticks, Fire
Sand where your house built
I like my women out here getting money
Tend to love her more though if her ass real
(Ay Ay)
We don't do mixed signals, no intersections
Y'all was getting plays til I intercepted
Been that nigga since a prepubescent
Talking Arthur, Zoom call it PBS'n
Funny niggas need my help they SOS'n
SMH guess they ain't get the SMSs
I mean instant message
Sorry sipping Texas
My responses slow baby leave a message

I was screwed up
I was fucked up
I need 2 cups
I need 2 blunts
Now I'm 2 turnt
Now I'm 3 lit
Told me calm down
Let me pop shit
I was screwed up
I was fucked up
I need 2 cups
I need 2 blunts
Now I'm 2 turnt
Now I'm 3 lit
Let me calm down
Let me pop shit

Written by:
Gerald Bailey

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