Phenergan lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy
Yeah
Think it's time to kick the cup (Yeah)
I'm on a first class flight just so I can—
(Meech)

[Verse]
How many of 'em can you get? How many do you got?
I'm on a first class flight just so I can pick a crop
n*gga, this a Hellcat, I ain't stoppin' for them cops (Haha)
sh*t, I did it on my own, some n*ggas need a cosign
n*ggas know what we be on, you'll die, you touch mine
You can't get no free verse, I make dog sh*t off mine
This a real two seater so the seats don't recline
Let yo' b*tch drive the coupe, she got a Fusion 09'
sh*t, I got so many cars, I could start a Enterprise
I ain't hold n*gga's hands, ain't nobody hold mine
I can't name one n*gga who bought me studio time
You can't stare at VVS's, you'll really go blind
It's too many grown men who out here movin' like b*tches
It's a lot of gown men who really out here snitchin'
b*tch, you can leave or you can stay, it don't make no difference
Money don't make you real, we'll take yo' chicken
I looked at you like my brother, that sh*t hurt my feelin's
I get high like my grandma when she high off prescription
Spent two-thousand on this bag and it's too small for the pistol
I had to hit you with this chopper 'cause I swear that you miss us
See me, I'm a old rich ass n*gga
Always Amiri wearing with a F&N
If you tied in with the gang then just know that you official
f*ck around and make me mad, the Franchise get you
She gon' suck, suck, suck 'til she covered in my juice
All I smoke is exotic, this sh*t taste like some Skittles
I promise when you die, ain't nobody gon' miss you
Somebody tell the real to come back 'cause I miss you
I'm at Neiman's for the new sh*t, in here with two sticks
Before we left out for shows, boy, we been on road trips
Broke n*gga give it up, boy, you stuck on old sh*t
Don't give a f*ck what you have when you ain't got sh*t
Bartendin' with the drink, yeah, I got a cold mix
I'ma always love Apple for they lil' white bricks
Bakin' real turtle pies, you will never taste this
Lil' n*gga you a crumb, you do lil' boy sh*t
You can keep your lil' ho, she ain't even make my list
A deuce of Wock' in the toilet every time I take a p*ss
I got hoes who do whatever just for me like a pimp
Oh for real, bro, he dead? I can't believe it was him