SCRIPT GOD

Just left the pharmacy with three different scr-

Just left the pharmacy with three different s-

Just left the pharmacy with three different scr-

Plug, I think I just left the eighth in the fucking lift

Damn, two bands for the plate, I'm taxin' for the zip

Tax, it's a custom Glock, 43 up on my hip

Feel like it's GTA, the way I'm hittin' licks

Stain, give me eight weeks, could probably clear the brick

Might, he was dissin' 'til we pulled up with two sticks

Off a Xanax, I pop me like two sticks

Drugs, been smokin' back to back, I ran through 'bout two zips

Gas, I poured a deuce in the Mondeo, it's goin' in two sips

Drank, catch me after rave, I sold your bitch 'bout two strips

Caz, I just popped a X, peeled my heart, 'bout to flip

Motley, I just sold a Percocet to a kid named Flip (Fuck 'em)

I also heard he tryna rob me, he ain't takin' shit (Fuck 'em)

Try to rob me, catch a Glock to your fuckin' lip (Brah)

Well, fuck your bitch, but she had a bump on her lip

I'm not the one to beef with, I love talkin' shit (Uh-huh)

And I also love to pull the Glock out my hip (Brah)

I got her drivin' 'round with pints, but she don't even sip (Nah)

Just dropped a fire ass tape, that bitch got no skips