Pharmacy - Yo Gotti

I got dem pills goin for da cheap cheap

Um da neighborhood pharmacy

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

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 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

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

(UM YO GOTTI)