PRESCRIPTION Lyrics

Ski

Need a prescription, sick of these niggas and bitches heh

Got a conviction, next thing you know he was sentenced heh

She want commitment, I want the Benjis , we just don't match

She pop a tesla, without prescriptions, bro got a batch

And you can have your own opinion, it's crazy you think you the catch

I wanna get in the Gini' right after I get out the Track'

I put Legend on the front of the beanies, of skis in the back

Damn, made a couple pair of Legend Jeans, on skis, it's easily a rack

Damn, I got old white men in my pocket, I feel like they black

Damn, I just fucked another white bitch just cause my ancestors can't

I'm goated, put a crown over my head, I feel like Rashad Mccants

I'm goated, I don't even know what I made from selling some hoodies and pants

He ain't got a clothing line, still, he sell blue jeans, heh

And you gotta know somebody, you wanna be around Gremski heh

What's on my body, Marni print, I'm a Saks and Barney gent

Me and 99 the Owen brothers, we both put on Rick

And granny say, always repent

Stackin' cheese, pops just told me, get as much as you can

I'm sorry, I ain't giving daps, that ain't part the plan

My mama taught me, don't have handouts, just be my own man

See big bro, and I feel like him, we all lend a helping hand

Green in my pocket, green in my blunt, green lean, I'm a healthy man

We ain't taking selfies, but I did just put her on this cam

Made The Drunk Tape the color pink, man, I feel like Cam

I just hit two, bitches back to back, I feel like Grem

I still ain't found out what this white bitch mean when she say, let's go get trim

I put legend on the front of the beanies of skis in the back, damn

I put legend on the front of some jeans for a bitch who a rat

Damn, it's crazy, nigga might get flapped

How the fuck you ain't know no swivel, who the fuck watch your back

How the fuck I ain't blow yet, how the fuck I ain't get no rap check

It just put a chip right on my shoulder, want my own rap snacks

How the fuck a bitch steady lyin' to your face

You don't know it's a cap, years ago he was in his prime

But he can't take that corner back, and this morning made seven songs

I think I just crapped, damn, everybody can't be ski

Gotta say it loud for the ones in the back,

I probably lost some cheese

Lost a bitch, but not belief, 99, just put 99 grams inside this leaf

Walk right in Saks, took my ass straight to the back, spent $999 on sneaks

Tessy quiet as hell, don't even make a peep, probably think I'm tryna creep

Need a prescription, sick of these niggas and bitches, heh

Got a conviction, next thing you know he was sentenced heh

She want commitment, I want the Benjis, we just don't match

She pop a Tesla, without prescriptions, broke out the bench

And you can have your own opinion, it's crazy you think you can catch

I wanna get in the Gini' right after I get out the Track'

I put legend on the front of the beanies, of skis in the back

Damn, made a couple pair of Legend jeans on skis, it's easily a rack