Hoodbaby Peppa Prescriptions

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Pour prescription in my cup
Percocets I′m off them drugs
Bronem hop out hit em’ up
How he tweakin’ got one lung (Yeah)
I′m from the South of the Jane
Bitch ya that′s the slums (Yeah)
Betta not play wit Brazy
He gon’ fill you up
Don′t play wit’ Lil Kill
He gon kill, 30 he keep it tucked
I sip pms or pdp codeine it′s in my cup (In my cup)
Free Bad Kid we clean they block (Yeah)
Cold water gon’ make it lock (Yeah)
I got half a pint, 1200 I only money talk

I′m lactose but I need the mill in cheese
While I try feed the streets
Run up in his trap n bop off on em
Have him screamin’ please (On god yeah)
Free my Mexicans, got what I need (Like free my bloody)
Man I get it ez
Free lil GG, free 42, they made TV
Swear to god, I ain’t wanna rap
Man I had hoop dreams
Opps say they outside we playin′ D
This life a movie (Foreal)
Mom say that it′s time to leave the streets
But I need more ones (On god)
Lookin’ at my followers
I wish I had this much guns
Put the car in P
Hop out get em, leave my gun on E
Straight hydro, get it like water
Me and Delly (Yeah)
Free my blood, showed me my first stick
Free Confetti (Yeah)
Lil bro made that switch tap
Mom happy I stopped movin′ crack (Stopped movin crack)
Back against the wall
I’m in my cell writing my wrongs
I pop TEC, smoke dead guys
It make me get along (On god)
She just wanna fuck cus of my songs (On god)
Fill the blicks I bet someone gon drop

Pour prescription in my cup (Yeah)
Percocets I′m off them drugs
Bronem hop out hit em’ up (Yeah)
How he tweakin′ got one lung (Foreal)
I’m from the South of the Jane
Bitch ya that’s the slums (Yeah)
Betta not play wit Brazy
He gon′ fill you up
Don′t play wit’ Lil Kill
He gon kill, 30 he keep it tucked (On god)
I sip pms or pdp codeine it′s in my cup (In my cup)
Free Bad Kid we clean they block (Yeah)
Cold water gon’ make it lock (Yeah)
I got half a pint, 1200 I only money talk

And I only money talk (Foreal)
Lil bronem just got a nina
Tryna let that switch talk (Rah rah rah)
Lately I been seein′ red
Tryna discharge in up top
I take drugs to cope
It help me deal with mixed emotions (I do)
Set plates for niggas to eat
That neva did shit fo me (I did)
Bitch I rather buy 100 guns
Fuck a bust down Rollie
My middle finger, go out to my opps
And fuck you if you owe me (fuck
Swear I scored like 24 times
Long live G.O.A.T Kobe (Long live Kobe)
Free OO and RR and free Loose Screw (Free bro)
Brody on go he a shooting guard
He gon’ shoot you (Ya dead)
Hop out of a fishy free car
Put you on the news (Foreal)
And we ain′t poppin’ no drugs
We do that shit after (Euughh)
Drivin’ back on the RO
Empty clips, but we filled wit′ laughter
Pull up and we hit you up

Pour prescription in my cup (Yeah)
Percocets I′m off them drugs (On god)
Bronem hop out hit em’ up (Ya ya ya)
How he tweakin′ got one lung (Foreal)
I’m from the South of the Jane
Bitch ya that′s the slums (Hoodbaby)
Betta not play wit Brazy
He gon’ fill you up
Don′t play wit’ Lil Kill
He gon kill, 30 he keep it tucked (Yeah yeah)
I sip pms or pdp codeine it’s in my cup (In my cup)
Free Bad Kid we clean they block (Yeah)
Cold water gon′ make it lock (Yeah)
I got half a pint, 1200 I only money talk

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