Prescriptions lyrics
by Hoodbaby Peppa
[Intro]
I'm from the South of the Jane, b*tch ya that's the slums
[Chorus]
Pour prescription in my cup
Percocets I'm off them drugs
Bronem hop out hit em' up
How he tweakin' got one lung (Yeah)
I'm from the South of the Jane, b*tch ya that's the slums (Yeah)
Betta not play wit Brazy, he gon' fill you up
Don't play wit' Lil Kill, he gon kill, 30 he keep it tucked
I sip PMS or PDP codeine it's in my cup (In my cup)
Free Bad Kid, we clean they block (Yeah)
Cold water gon' make it lock (Yeah)
I got half a pint, 1200 I only money talk
[Verse 1]
I'm lactose but I need the mill in cheese while I try feed the streets
Run up in his trap n bop off on em, have him screamin' please (On god yeah)
Free my Mexicans, got what I need (Like free my bloody), man I get it easy
Free lil GG, free 42, they made TV
Swear to god, I ain't wanna rap, man I had hoop dreams
Opps say they outside we playin' D, this life a movie (For real)
Mom say that it's time to leave the streets, but I need more ones (On god)
Lookin' at my followers, I wish I had this much guns
Put the car in P, hop out get 'em, leave my gun on E
Straight hydro, get it like water, me and Delly (Yeah)
Free my blood, showed me my first stick, free Confetti (Yeah)
Lil bro made that switch tap
Mom happy I stopped movin' crack (Stopped movin' crack)
Back against the wall, I'm in my cell writing my wrongs
I pop TC, smoke dead guys, it make me get along (On god)
She just wanna f*ck 'cause of my songs (On god)
Fill the blicks I bet someone gon' drop
[Chorus]
Pour prescription in my cup
Percocets I'm off them drugs
Bronem hop out hit em' up
How he tweakin' got one lung (Yeah)
I'm from the South of the Jane, b*tch ya that's the slums (Yeah)
Betta not play wit Brazy, he gon' fill you up
Don't play wit' Lil Kill, he gon kill, 30 he keep it tucked
I sip PMS or PDP codeine it's in my cup (In my cup)
Free Bad Kid, we clean they block (Yeah)
Cold water gon' make it lock (Yeah)
I got half a pint, 1200 I only money talk
[Verse 2]
And I only money talk (For real)
Lil bro'nem just got a nina, tryna let that switch talk (Rah rah rah)
Lately I been seein' red, tryna discharge in up top
I take drugs to cope, it help me deal with mixed emotions (I do)
Set plates for n*ggas to eat, that neva did sh*t for me (I did)
b*tch I rather buy 100 guns, f*ck a bust down Rollie
My middle finger, go out to my opps, and f*ck you if you owe me (f*ck)
Swear I scored like 24 times, long live G.O.A.T Kobe (Long live Kobe)
Free Double 0 and RR
And free Loose Screw (Free bro), brodie on go he a shooting guard
He gon' shoot you (Ya dead), hop out of a fishy free car
Put you on the news (For real)
And we ain't poppin' no drugs, we do that sh*t after
Drivin' back on the RO, empty clips, but we filled wit' laughter
Pull up and we hit you up
[Chorus]
Pour prescription in my cup
Percocets I'm off them drugs
Bronem hop out hit em' up
How he tweakin' got one lung (Yeah)
I'm from the South of the Jane, b*tch ya that's the slums (Yeah)
Betta not play wit Brazy, he gon' fill you up
Don't play wit' Lil Kill, he gon kill, 30 he keep it tucked
I sip PMS or PDP codeine it's in my cup (In my cup)
Free Bad Kid, we clean they block (Yeah)
Cold water gon' make it lock (Yeah)
I got half a pint, 1200 I only money talk