Pharmaceutical (feat. TWIN & 2KKOZY)

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Ayy, yeah, ha ha Ahhh, 702 shit bitch, 562 shlat, haahahaa
I don't even trap no mo', but I had to make this play
Brody was in the back of the whip, he was clutching on his K
I just got me a bad lil' bitch, she nasty with that face
I be hanging with savages, they ain't worried bout no case
We gon' pull your cards, I ain't talking bout no tarot
Brody swiped the Chime, now he tryna hit the Varo
I'm in the stu I popped a xan, I popped a perc, I'm really lit
I'm feeling cool its hella bitches tryna get up on my dick
I remember in school, I was selling xans and selling ganja by the zip
I was selling fake chains, been finessing since a jit
You was never really gang, you was never with the clique
And I know that you would change for some change, you's a bitch
Hollow tips on all the glocks and they explode when they hit
I just po'd another pop, I need some more of the Trish
I could never ever fold they askin questions, I plead the fifth
I can't be talking to police, I can't be fucking with no pigs
Ayy, you know this shit for sure, Glock up on my hip
I'm gon let it blow, Betty Crocker, call her Betty White
Cause she be sniffing snow
And we on the freeway, on the E-Way, whip full of poles
Three felons in the whip, the trunk full of bowls
Betty on my phone, she asking questions
Baby, we been sliding, we been tripping through your section
Got my money up, boy, I ain't stressing
Hit my telegram, bitch, I'm scamming, selling lessons
I ain't never slippin keep that fire on me
Niggas say he tripping, I sent the lo, but he ain't slide on me
So what you bluffing for
The whole gang hit that bitch, so what you cuffing for
I just hit a bitch and bust her down and then I let her go
I'ma let her know, you is not my wife
Bitch, that was a one-time thing, that was for the night
I just poured a four in my cream, this is not a Sprite
Twin outside tripping with the _, that's a scary sight
They call me trap master the way I work that vaccuum seal
And I can't go a day without popping on my fuckin pill
Hear that voice in my head, telling me to pop them meds
Yeah, poppin the Seroquel, so I don't feel, bitch, I'm sedated
I don't need a trap no more, but I had to make this play
Brody was in the back of the whip, he was clutching on his K
I just got me a bad lil' bitch, she nasty with that face
I be hanging with savages, they ain't worried about no case

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