Lyrics 2020 PHARMACY FREESTYLE - 83HADES

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)