2020 PHARMACY FREESTYLE - 83HADES

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)