Antibiotics Lyrics

Open the safe, get the racks out and lock it

Sitting on this new shit, they want me to drop it

New smelly shit just flew in from the tropics

I'm having motion, I want it, I cop it

I just got me a new a stick with a optic

Jonathan Kirk we gon' pull up and bop shit

I got young shooters, they draft in the top picks

Bitch, I'm living this shit, I do not need a topic

Book me for a show, I'ma jump in the mosh pit

You should've kept that bullshit, that is not it

Shit splash around on my neck, it's aquatic

Running up bands every week, off exotic

I kinda fuck with this beat, it's melodic

Cook this shit up in the stu like narcotics

Had to shut the back door, kinda some like Lil Got It

She say I'm poppin' like antibiotics

I got this shit off the floor, now we rollin

24-7, the spot never closin

This rap shit'll tear your ass up like DeRozan

Had to stay down for this shit, now I'm frozen

Lean back and hit they shit up, explosion

I got this shit out the streets, erosion

They just talk shit on the gram for promotion

They just be movie stars, they just be posin

And acting and shit, they thought I fell off but I'm back in this bitch

Mink on my motherfuckin' jacket, not slick

He try to run off, we attacking his clique

Fold a meat roll out my pocket, it's thick

Shaq, nigga, we just came up from the bricks

Zach, he just ran off, ain't trying to hear shit

Dak, know the press got to lie on the net

Flashy like Boosie, yeah, I like it nasty

Actually, you can't even put that shit past me

Racks on me, bitch, I ball out like a athlete

Crashing me fuck nigga, you can't even pass me

I do the dash with my Glock, where the tags be

Blow this bitch up, call of duty, frag me

Dryft Set The Gang, finna race like a track meet

Back in this bitch, throw they ass in the backseat

Hop out the Sprinter van, icy as fuck

Real Texas shit, throw some dubs on the truck

He just went broke, then he shit out of luck

He the main nigga talking, I know that shit suck

He just rapping and shit, and I know it's not accurate

Talk about he trappin, we know he ain't having it

Thie spot just be musty as fuck, finna spray down the cabinet

Get to the racks, bitch, I'm passionate

Open the safe, get the racks out and lock it

Sitting on this new shit, they want me to drop it

New smelly shit just flew in from the tropics

I'm having motion, I want it, I cop it

I just got me a new a stick with a optic

Jonathan Kirk we gon' pull up and bop shit

I got young shooters, they draft in the top picks

Bitch, I'm living this shit, I do not need a topic

Book me for a show, I'ma jump in the mosh pit

You should've kept that bullshit, that is not it

Shit splash around on my neck, it's aquatic

Running up bands every week, off exotic

I kinda fuck with this beat, it's melodic

Cook this shit up in the stu like narcotics

Had to shut the back door, kinda some like Lil Got It

She say I'm poppin' like antibiotics