Yo Gotti - Pharmacy lyrics

See dis a motion picture sh** (COCAINE) Get ya sprite, pop ya pill, lets ride (YO GOTTI) 24 Hrs crack weed or powder who wanna shop wit me (YO GOTTI) I got dem pills goin for da cheap cheap Um da neighborhood pharmacy I was livin my life like a muthaf**in 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 bullsh** 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 sh** ain't what it seems Just watch me turn my hood into a small Walgreens I bet I got dem guitars o' bars lorotabs demeralls Tusclenicks aderall oxycottin I got em all I'm a pharmaceutical I bet I got dem viketin mbm percasets supermans Purple drank methadone get em in get em gone I'm a pharmaceutical 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 Perscription drug want a couple hundred come n shop wit me Don't call a n***a 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 muthaf**in 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 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 sh** dat make a n***a 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 sh** I bet dat a** cant stay awake I bet dat a** 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 sh** um mr f** yo b**h 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 n***as get released 2ma (UM YO GOTTI)