Lyrics Yo Gotti – Pharmacy
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INTRO
See dis a motion picture shit (COCAINE)
Get ya sprite, pop ya pill, lets ride (YO GOTTI)
24 hrs crack weed or powder who wanna shop wit me (YO GOTTI)
Um da neighborhood pharmacy
VERSE 1
I was livin my life like a muthafuckin rockstar
Sellin dem white blocks put me in a cop car
Put me in front a judge told your honor I ain’t guilty
Talkn bout some bullshit came outta conspiracy
I’m young n um thuggin goin hard n um hustlin
Um jus tryna get my money mane um sick and tired of strugglin
My people doin time my family countin on me
Lord don’t take my freedom way got a lot a ridin on me
Um gamblin wit my life um jus tryna throw a 11
Um jus tryna jump a point foe I see another 7
If all else fails and shit ain’t what it seems
Just watch me turn my hood into a small Walgreens
HOOK
I bet I got dem guitars o’ bars lorotabs demeralls
Tusclenicks aderall oxycottin I got em all
I’m a pharmaceutical 4x
I bet I got dem viketin mbm percasets supermans
Purple drank methadone get em in get em gone
I’m a pharmaceutical 4x
VERSE 2
Um movin 24 hrs in my hood dey call me Dr. Gotti
Sold a million pills den I went n coped dat maseratti
Lookin out for OCU tryna dwn my OTC
Don’t call a nigga phone talkin wreckless wit dat nonsence
Viketin superman dats if you want some extra strength
Say you want it now den I bet you I got something for dat
A naked lady have ya baby hot n ready n super wet
If I don’t make it rappin den um headed right back to da crest
Watch me turn my muthafuckin block into a CVS
What yu want what yu need park right der apartment 3
Pickin up or droppin off which ever one is cool wit me
HOOK
VERSE 3
OK between me n yu I jus got me like a case or two
Grape juice soarin in a pan n yu know what it do
Codeine promethazine dat shit dat make a nigga lean
Mix it wit ya favorite drink n sip it wit ya home team
Pineapple snapple and a deuce a have yu feeling great
4 o’z of dat kind of shit I bet dat ass cant stay awake
I bet dat ass cant shake and bake in da kitchen like Yo Gotti do
Mr. Chef I did da pyrex pin wit chapters 1 and 2
Um mr thousand 8 grams mr take a million yams
Ben wit da shit um mr fuck yo bitch n I don’t give a damn
Um bout to pop a bar hop in my car look for a fallin star
So I can make a wish dat my niggas get released 2ma
HOOK
(UM YO GOTTI)
