PR PACKAGE Joeyy & Rx Papi

[Intro]
(Find)

[Verse 1: Rx Papi]
Car swervin all over the road
Cough syrup in the cup but I don't got a cold
Dwayne Johnson, came back with the bowl
Crossed state line, had half the package sold
If you need, you can call my phone
Me and Joeyy get higher than Cheech & Chong
I can't kick the cup, I can't leave it 'lone
Nagging ass bitch, just leave me 'lone
I'm higher than Bessie seeing double I'm too geeked
Searchin' high n low geekin', tryna find the prescription
Doc said I might have to buy a new kidney
I'd beat God, I got that dog in me
Bro high as shit, he gon' nod with me
If we was fucked up, he'll rob with me
Cracked the lid on the pint, drink it all with me
Get that check, fuck up the mall with me

[Verse 2: Joeyy]
My cup plain just like my wrist
Twist the pop make the Fanta do kickflips
Know the belly making lipids
Red dot on the Glock, same color lipstick (Hm)
Hm, Pap' & I, had to link out west (Go, go)
Eight 80s in my belly like I ate somebodies test
If I pop this pill then I'm bound to have good rest
Diamonds really sparklin' like I brushed it with Crest (Yeah)
Know I'm goin' viral every time I get dressed
I just got a PR package from the CVS (CVS)
I don't really like Tusse but Sep' poured me up (Twizzy)
Real junkie, chug it out the bottle, no cup (Yeah, yeah)
Turn a Area 51 pill into dust (Into dust)
I got way too high, got me breathing like a pug, hm