Penicillin lyrics

Chorus 1: Sen City] x 2
I’m talking needle-pushing
Shoot-ups in abandoned buidings
I’m talking senseless killings
Grannie’s on that Penicillin
(Oooohhhhh)
I’ve got nothing to lose
Hit the block til it bruise
Hit the bottle til I’m whooz
Let them bottles move
You couldn’t skip a hole in my shoes

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I’m talking hit the heights
Trying to get that white
Talk to Bobby trying to get that price
If I get that right
I can hit the pike and try to triple that price
If we whip it up right
We can drop it once and we can get it back twice
‘Cause its that life
We learn to hustle and twist the wrists like dice
My bag, my bag
Money on the floor fist full of dice
Head cracked, scoop it up
Toot the horn when I hit the light
Wrists got lights like I came in the room and I clicked on lights
Fly cars, crispy nikes
Gucci belt with the fifth on tight
I swear, this game
I’m cautious, contrite
My man got caught
Swear to god I was with him last night
But you know what they say
Here today and we gone tomorrow
So with that being said we going to play like it’s no tomorrow
[Hook 1: Sen City] x 2

[Verse 2: Shawty Lo]
I’m be someone other
I’m tune in and go
Round these parts
I’m a motha f*cking pro
Everybody lie low I got a 40 to unload
One-stop shop you can get it and go
Smashing on you n*ggas so far in the rear
I’m sh*tting on yo b*tches like I got diarrhea
Feeling letting go
In the fast lane
Thuggin’-ass n*ggas need to stay in your lane
Get you autotuned
I ain’t talking T-Pain
This rap sh*t easy
Ain’t noting but a game
n*ggas want bricks I can call in the thang
I’m getting crazy money
You can call it insane

[Hook 1: Sen City] x 2

[Verse 3: Chink Santana]
I’m talking 30 grand rental car
Grandma’s pat, pyrex jaw
Turnpike to go get that raw
I'mma rip it til I get that hard
I'mma hustle b*tch
I'mma hustle ho
And I'mma wrap them stacks in rubber bands until I fill a duffel bro
Then I gonna cop that porche
With cuarto doors, never loved that horse
Eight hundred houses
n*gga let me see how strong them jaws is
b*tch drop them drawers
Then show me some losses
No Ricks, No Rosses
I’m gonna show you who the boss is
I’m flossing
I’m on top off switch
Ratchet in my lap
Yellow Signs
b*tch, caution
Better pause like the comma
You can bring the entourage
We’ll bring the drama
No scripts though
(Will you get through the water cross that boarder?)
No ships, though
(You can place your order listen, caller)
Ain’t no drips, though
(You can meet us in Georgia, got that for ya)
Bring them chips though
(Mothaf*cka don’t try to short us)
[Hook 1: Sen City] x 2