Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2020 PHARMACY FREESTYLE, artist - 83HADES. Date of issue: 07.01.2020
Song language: English
2020 PHARMACY FREESTYLE |
| I got Kwali and this Tech |
| Lil bro you can get slept, uhh |
| And I got the broom for these pussies |
| They get swept, uhh |
| Big old guillotine on my hip |
| Get his head cut |
| Shorty’s drownin' me like I’m |
| 'Cause I’m flexed up |
| And she gonna fuckin' suck the squad 'cause I’m next up |
| I don’t want that pussy, only want you from the neck up |
| Tryna talk tuff and he gon' need a fuckin' stretcher |
| Fuck a T-shirt, his fat ass gon' need a sweatshirt |
| 2020 CEO of the pharmacy |
| I’m at the top |
| I swear it’s not hard to see |
| Bubbles be jerkin' |
| Yo boy shaking hardly |
| Bullet connect wit his muhfuckin' artery |
| 1 on 1 bitch like I am an anomaly |
| I give the snow, I ain’t talking abominably |
| And she suck the dick 'till it start softening |
| Conjure my demons and call it the Glockening |
| Not givin' advice, you best get to offering |
| She think I love her |
| She getting played in this bitch like Atari |
| I took that boy, no I’m not saying sorry |
| Not tryna fight, can’t fuck up my Cartis |
| I take a slut and turn her into a Barbie |
| Then I do da dash on her |
| Wait, hol' up, put some cash on her |
| Throw it in a circle, lil shawty got a ass on her |
| Pass it to my bro, pass it to my friend |
| Lil bro must be trippin' comin' to my end |
| Knowin' I just fucked, she throw that ass again |
| Money ain’t a problem, I got tons to spend |
| Shorty want her nails and a brand new wig |
| Tryna sneak on gang, that shit gettin' split |
| That is not your shorty, she on other dicks |
| Postin' that .380, we got plenty Glicks |
| Hol' up, up the tempo in this bitch |
| Ha, that’s better |
| I fuck on yo bitch she get wetter |
| I swing the machete, I sever |
| These white kids be throwin' up letters |
| I’m steppin' in Maison Margiela |
| Free all my bros, I’m untethered |
| Spirits love me, they be sendin' me feathers |
| I put a hit on his head, he get killed in on message |
| I let it spray and I ain’t talkin' pepper |
| I’m in L.A. and I’m smokin' on pressure |
| Bitch, I’m a pirate, get robbed for yo treasure |
| 12 pullin' up then I calling up Lester |
| Can’t fuck with normal people cause they less than |
| Big heater in the motherfucking dresser |
| After my bitch but you will never catch her |
| It’s for a reason |
| Yeah I know you fuckin' see it |
| Blowin' up my phone |
| Shawty know you fiendin' |
| So come and take this dick |
| Come and take this cock |
| I’m up in her mouth |
| Made that shit drop |
| I’m up off the Glock |
| Imma pop a Roxi |
| Made it past the top |
| Imma spin the block |
| Somethin' like a orbit |
| Chew me like some Orbit |
| She gon' take this dick |
| And I’m gon' pay her mortgage |
| Extra long clip, I ain’t reloading |
| Cutting off these rappers 'cause they steady fuckin' freeloading' |
| All this water in my nostrils got my flesh fuckin' eroded |
| They don’t have no guns in real life, swear to god that they are E-toting |
| You won’t kill no one in real life, not 'bout murder you be E-smoking |
| Police always on my dick, I swear to god they fuckin' deepthroat me |
| I’m in her heart like I just rode the trojan |
| It’s big 83, Imma give it a motion |
| It’s big 83, no you don’t want commotion |
| 'Cause I got some shooters wit me and they blowin' |
| I got some shorties wit me and they hoing |
| You wantin' beef, you at least need a clout token |
| All in yo bitch, and she got her mouth open |
| First of the year, I bet this a proud moment |
| Yappa hit anybody, it’s so outgoing |
| No one will help me, I gotta go get it myself |
| My only concern is 'bout me and my wealth |
| And all my brothers, they freed out of hell |
| Butt of the gun in his noggin, he’ll sleep in a well |
| This a pharmacy but we ain’t on Yelp |
| Fuck, it turns out I don’t need no help |
| I’m smokin' shit from the top of the shelf |
| It’s 2020 and muhfuckas still I’m tryna tell |
| Fuck it, I’ll think I’ll just stay in and only go out for some tail |
| Swear I touch nobody 'cause it seem like everyone out here only in it for |
| themselves |
| are you tryna fuck up my sales |
| I speak really fast off the yay overuse, see what my lyrics can tell |
| shawty I’m tryna— |
| Let’s go to my crib and let’s get to the action |
| she don’t want no passion |
| In the bedroom sliding it from the back in |
| Tryna stay strong, that boy never lackin' |
| I got the heat, make it blow like a dragon |
| Don’t gotta say shit, we all know he for slackin' |
| If we in this jam, what you doin' with that racks |
| Like do not say a thing just to get us active |
| Welcome all aboard you can call me captain |
| What did he say in his caption? |
| Hope his body rot with maggots |
| I’m Luka Dončić, I’m the Mavericks |
| I’m too bizarre, but I still snappin' |
| Wait you got percs? |
| Well let me tap in |
| I took this year so now I’m laughing |
| I want him a casket but he want no static |
| His body on track until I see his ashes |
| Yo statement retracted 'cause you know you passive |
| If we hit a lick, we ain’t splittin', fractions |
| Shawty came up 'cause she finally found someone to buy what he taxin' |
| And I took that shit without even askin' |
| Eye contact and all tragic |
| Dead at my face, closed casket |
| Press it to him, let it go ratchet |
| And this choppa got a scope, assassin |
| Think I’m finally 'boutta blow BIn Laden |
| And I got me a loaf, can’t have it |
| I make your stacks disappear, magic |
| You hear the heater sear, glass (I fell in love wit my bad, habits) |