"Farmacy" lyrics
Fuck (fuck, fuck, fuck)
(You fucking Idiot)
Fuck (fuck, fuck, fuck)
Run from the muhfuckin' sirens, you trippin'
Geeked off of muhfuckin' drank, got me tipsy
Better not bring ya lil ho around she get milked
These lil' fuck boys talm bout smoke, they get tortured
We can link up right now we in the cut
The Glock gon' jam, you gon' try to force it
Don't ask me for shit, I don't got no answer
We in the spot like this bitch ain't abandoned
Guns in this bih, when you walk in don't panic
I'm havin shots like the boys on Xanax
Everybody in this bih, we got on shiesty
Everybody in this bih, we got on masks
Scopes and beams, I custom my class
These niggas green, they blend in with the grass
My uncle a fiend, He'll get on yo ass for a lil bit of cash
Boys in the window, you can't een see through it
This bitch a safehouse I try to shoot through it
Chasin' these pesos, I jumped off the porch
Spook is you shot, I told them boy go for it
Geeked up in the hotbox, we servin yo plug
Hood like sci-fi, only thing you see is horror
Scraps in my backpack, I travel like Thor
Middle of the street, I get out my shot
I shoot anywhere, I really be hot
Walkin' through the hood you must be scraight on that za
Headshot, headtap, opps get a face tat
Come out the cut with the gun and I got you
Every Glock in the bag hot like a taki
Think that boy went to the drank he got cocky
Count like a [?] laser copy
Nigga get popped, nigga keep pocket watchin'
Jump out the back of the V its a striker
Pop out with scope on my muhfuckin' rifle
Me and my li' partner link in the cut
Cut the fuck up, you get talked to, they pink slip
Blunt ain't pullin' cause you filled it with bullshit
Trap this bitch out, know I post up with full clip
Ain't tryna shop, nigga servin' that bullshit
My lil' partna strapped, that boy think he a marksman
Mark 2, Gen 5, I'm havin' new shit
50 round drum on my Glock, that's my new bitch
Asking for shit in the trench, boy you goofy
Me and my partner buck down, get your door kicked
Nigga only aim for the top, get your fro hit
And this whip tinted as fuck, we in four door
Zoom on the scope, nigga shoot off your logo
This shit be smokin' put opps in a rello
Four-way outside with these fuck nigga pillows
Too many blunts in this motherfuckin' stolo
Too many Glocks in this motherfuckin' stolo
Nigga get jammed, got no money to bail out
Nigga front line, got the motherfuckin' gun out
(You fucking Idiot)
Fuck (fuck, fuck, fuck)
Run from the muhfuckin' sirens, you trippin'
Geeked off of muhfuckin' drank, got me tipsy
Better not bring ya lil ho around she get milked
These lil' fuck boys talm bout smoke, they get tortured
We can link up right now we in the cut
The Glock gon' jam, you gon' try to force it
Don't ask me for shit, I don't got no answer
We in the spot like this bitch ain't abandoned
Guns in this bih, when you walk in don't panic
I'm havin shots like the boys on Xanax
Everybody in this bih, we got on shiesty
Everybody in this bih, we got on masks
Scopes and beams, I custom my class
These niggas green, they blend in with the grass
My uncle a fiend, He'll get on yo ass for a lil bit of cash
Boys in the window, you can't een see through it
This bitch a safehouse I try to shoot through it
Chasin' these pesos, I jumped off the porch
Spook is you shot, I told them boy go for it
Geeked up in the hotbox, we servin yo plug
Hood like sci-fi, only thing you see is horror
Scraps in my backpack, I travel like Thor
Middle of the street, I get out my shot
I shoot anywhere, I really be hot
Walkin' through the hood you must be scraight on that za
Headshot, headtap, opps get a face tat
Come out the cut with the gun and I got you
Every Glock in the bag hot like a taki
Think that boy went to the drank he got cocky
Count like a [?] laser copy
Nigga get popped, nigga keep pocket watchin'
Jump out the back of the V its a striker
Pop out with scope on my muhfuckin' rifle
Me and my li' partner link in the cut
Cut the fuck up, you get talked to, they pink slip
Blunt ain't pullin' cause you filled it with bullshit
Trap this bitch out, know I post up with full clip
Ain't tryna shop, nigga servin' that bullshit
My lil' partna strapped, that boy think he a marksman
Mark 2, Gen 5, I'm havin' new shit
50 round drum on my Glock, that's my new bitch
Asking for shit in the trench, boy you goofy
Me and my partner buck down, get your door kicked
Nigga only aim for the top, get your fro hit
And this whip tinted as fuck, we in four door
Zoom on the scope, nigga shoot off your logo
This shit be smokin' put opps in a rello
Four-way outside with these fuck nigga pillows
Too many blunts in this motherfuckin' stolo
Too many Glocks in this motherfuckin' stolo
Nigga get jammed, got no money to bail out
Nigga front line, got the motherfuckin' gun out
