Текст песни Prescriptions - Yin

I turn trap bitches to actresses
Stuffing the mattresses, Wrapping up packages
I told 'em come see if I'm lacking bitch
I up that 40 and just get to clapping shit
Hell naw, I can't fuck with the average bitch
Split on the dick she be doing some nasty shit

Yea that bitch she be doing the most
I think that boy scared of ghost

I promised my momma that i'll get these commas, so sorry i'm not tryna kick it
I'm still rolling up ganja, my bitch rock milano they send me a play I won't miss it
10 Mags out the clip then i switch it
I'm up in the kitchen my wrist get to whippin
I'm steady mixing prescriptions, that's why I can't listen to niggas i'm trippin

Bitch don't ask what's in my cup, unless you tryna fuck
All these fucking dirty sluts
Yea they just wanna fuck
When I pull up boy you better duck
You see what's in the trunk
I ain't never gave a fuck
Don't ask me about what

I might want my money- in the grave, when I'm in the casket
All these bitches begging to be saved why you acting ratchet
I make sure these bitches know they place the way we pull up snatching
No tay-k I'll make you do the race, let's see who go the fastest

I'll hit it one time, 2 times too much, I ain't tryna give her attention
Why the fuck you leave me up in yo mentions
Catch me posted off Lynch and i'm smoking on pippen
Ion want no nigga or hoe in my business
If you pull the trigger better not leave a witness
Put an FN on my glock, if you play you get popped
That's how most of you niggas go missing

I know some niggas want me make it
I know some niggas wish me dead
I put these racks up on my ear I can't even hear what that bitch said
Nah I can't hear what that bitch said though
I smoke gas like i'm off petro
I been booming like young metro, I'm assuming he ain't catch up

2 Times caught three to the brain, god damn that's a shame
I don't fuck with no lames
Big truck i ain't switching no lane
I can't mention no lame ass nigga on gang
Bang the set i'm just twisting my fingers
I'm rolling up beamers and sitting in steamers
Yeah I know how to make niggas believers
I just up that 40 and send 'em to Jesus

I just went molly, molly, molly, perc
She pop a molly make her go beserk
I'm in the party ripping off my shirt smoking on Biscotti finna go to work
Shoot up out that audi put em on a shirt
He ain't see the nurse, went straight to the hearse
Yea we blicked up ain talking nerf
Yea this shit hurt, take you off the earth nigga

I think she like my lifestyle
I'm hot as a bitch why this hoe wanna pipe now
And I'm rolling like right now
He was tough on the net but he can't even type now
Drop 3s get striked down
No TLC, but you might lose yo life now
Niggas cuffing these white gals but shit not me they not really my type now