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YSN Flow – Prescription Lyrics

Prescriptions By YSN Flow

WoodOnTheBeat
I’m sippin’ on prescription, I ain’t got a subscription, oh-oh-oh
L462 gang

I’m sippin’ on prescription and I ain’t got a subscription
Perc 30s in addition, I’m high out of this dimension
The back on my transmission, remember ridin’ in Civics
But now I’m really livin’, trunk in the front, bitch, I’m whippin’
I might take a trip to Saks because I ran up my bag
So much purple in my cup ’cause I’m in love with sippin’ Act’
Bein’ broke, I can’t go back, had to get on the right track
Now when bad hoes in my phone, I hit decline and don’t hit back

I been doin’ what I’m doin, but no, I ain’t ever losin’
They told me that they ridin’, but I can’t recall ’em cruisin’
I tried to fuck with bad hoes, but them hoes was always choosin’
But now they see my income, I’m the one they scared of losin’
Keep that mop on me like cleaners in case the opps try come clean up
Got racks like I’m Serena, told my old bitch I don’t need her
Imagine being up, now I am no longer a dreamer
And labels hit my phone, but I act like I got no ringer

I’m sippin’ on prescription and I ain’t got a subscription
Perc 30s in addition, I’m high out of this dimension
The back on my transmission, remember ridin’ in Civics
But now I’m really livin’, trunk in the front, bitch, I’m whippin’
I might take a trip to Saks because I ran up my bag
So much purple in my cup ’cause I’m in love with sippin’ Act’
Bein’ broke, I can’t go back, had to get on the right track
Now when bad hoes in my phone, I hit decline and don’t hit back

It was thot hoes, now I’m fuckin’ with a redbone
She gon’ give me brain until her head gone
Then I treat her like she average, make her head home
‘Cause I’m right back to the stu, “Drew, where the headphones?”
I must admit that life got better, no deal, but I still got cheddar
Mama did her best to keep me safe, so she gettin’ whatever
I make money with no effort, and spend money just for pleasure
Go to sleep when I’m off pressure, and send packs off like a letter

I’m sippin’ on prescription and I ain’t got a subscription
Perc 30s in addition, I’m high out of this dimension
The back on my transmission, remember ridin’ in Civics
But now I’m really livin’, trunk in the front, bitch, I’m whippin’
I might take a trip to Saks because I ran up my bag
So much purple in my cup ’cause I’m in love with sippin’ Act’
Bein’ broke, I can’t go back, had to get on the right track
Now when bad hoes in my phone, I hit decline and don’t hit back

Oh-oh-oh
I hit decline and don’t hit back
I just got a bag, so I’m gon’ go drop that at Saks
Lil’ nigga get money, swear I’m stackin’ up on racks
And if I get a pack, you know I’ll flip that shit like that, oh