NARCOS FREESTYLE
Truck stuffed full of powder
I've been serving bud by the ounces
I've been stacking up by the hour
Thought he was a thug he a coward
Knew she was a thot had no power
I buy vvs diamonds ain't no flowers
Purple rain codeine shower
I feel like a lion
Catch my bag we devour
When my pockets empty
All I know is hustle
I just fucked your bitch
Hate to break your bubble
We got plenty packs
Come and buy the bundle
So much fucking cash
Throw it watch them shuffle
I remember pouring codeine codeine
Through the funnel
I remember toting pieces pieces
Like a puzzle
I remember making money money
Then it double
I just dripped to hard
Shit gone leave a puddle
Fuck her with my glasses on
Shit can't get no wetter
I drank to much syrup man
I'm light as a feather
I just got to stir man
Now I'm feeling better
I just bought a Cuban link
I'm gone need a sweater
So much snow my duffle
I could change the weather
This some no hook shit
These rappers could never
I was on the plane
Mary Jane with no effort
I just took your whole damn board
Shit is checkers
I went to Milan just for Louis
Shit is leather
I've been smoking gas gas
Like we up in Denver
I've been making melody's
Call me young inventor
I've been making ass shake
Call it epicenter
They don't know what I make
Cause they ain't a member
I just took to main hoe
But my side is better
I've been seeing cash flow
More money then ever
Bitch I'm from Atlanta
Keep a 9 inside my dresser
Back to back shows fifty bands
Double header
I was pimping in the whip
Counting all my treasure
Lord this bitch a hoe
And you know I would never
I'm just out here chilling
Getting paper no professor
I'm gone keep on going hard
Glock got a suppressor
I'm gone keep on going hard
Do this shit forever
I can't give a fuck about a bitch
Whatsoever
I can't give a fuck about a hoe
Never ever
I was going chill on them
Now I flipped the lever
I was up in GoodWill
Now I shop at Prada
I been getting bank bills
You ain't getting nada
Bitch stop hitting my phone
I only answer commas
Bitch stop hitting my phone
Ain't dealing with no drama
Big M on the set
Do it for a mil
10 choppas blasting at his ass overkill
I just bought some St Laurent
I was off a pill
AR heating up this shit ain't a drill
I've been moving up
I got plenty skill
I've been getting high like a doctor
Call me phill
I'm gone be the greatest ever
I got to fulfill
Damn this gas so loud
I can smell it from the ville
I've been serving bud by the ounces
I've been stacking up by the hour
Thought he was a thug he a coward
Knew she was a thot had no power
I buy vvs diamonds ain't no flowers
Purple rain codeine shower
I feel like a lion
Catch my bag we devour
When my pockets empty
All I know is hustle
I just fucked your bitch
Hate to break your bubble
We got plenty packs
Come and buy the bundle
So much fucking cash
Throw it watch them shuffle
I remember pouring codeine codeine
Through the funnel
I remember toting pieces pieces
Like a puzzle
I remember making money money
Then it double
I just dripped to hard
Shit gone leave a puddle
Fuck her with my glasses on
Shit can't get no wetter
I drank to much syrup man
I'm light as a feather
I just got to stir man
Now I'm feeling better
I just bought a Cuban link
I'm gone need a sweater
So much snow my duffle
I could change the weather
This some no hook shit
These rappers could never
I was on the plane
Mary Jane with no effort
I just took your whole damn board
Shit is checkers
I went to Milan just for Louis
Shit is leather
I've been smoking gas gas
Like we up in Denver
I've been making melody's
Call me young inventor
I've been making ass shake
Call it epicenter
They don't know what I make
Cause they ain't a member
I just took to main hoe
But my side is better
I've been seeing cash flow
More money then ever
Bitch I'm from Atlanta
Keep a 9 inside my dresser
Back to back shows fifty bands
Double header
I was pimping in the whip
Counting all my treasure
Lord this bitch a hoe
And you know I would never
I'm just out here chilling
Getting paper no professor
I'm gone keep on going hard
Glock got a suppressor
I'm gone keep on going hard
Do this shit forever
I can't give a fuck about a bitch
Whatsoever
I can't give a fuck about a hoe
Never ever
I was going chill on them
Now I flipped the lever
I was up in GoodWill
Now I shop at Prada
I been getting bank bills
You ain't getting nada
Bitch stop hitting my phone
I only answer commas
Bitch stop hitting my phone
Ain't dealing with no drama
Big M on the set
Do it for a mil
10 choppas blasting at his ass overkill
I just bought some St Laurent
I was off a pill
AR heating up this shit ain't a drill
I've been moving up
I got plenty skill
I've been getting high like a doctor
Call me phill
I'm gone be the greatest ever
I got to fulfill
Damn this gas so loud
I can smell it from the ville
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Writer(s): Clayton Brantley
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