Narcos 8
808 and narcotics that's what get the party started
Bitches in the lobby with they friends all dressed like barbies
Sippin on barcadi throwing ass like they Cardi B
Hoes wanna Minaj with T and all these niggas copy me
Why they copy me shit I think it's plain to see
I'm the nigga that fucked on 5 bitches in one week
I'm the nigga the plug call whenever he need weed
Baby I got a cold heart I don't wear it on my sleeve
Baby I got a cold heart I don't wear it on my sleeve
Pouring wok wok yeah forgies on the drop top yeah
I got hot glocks yeah aiming at yo high top yeah
Don't you ever squeal cause ima make that bond foreal
I've been a real nigga all the way since birth
It ain't shit for me to run up a bag from the dirt
My ex girl left my mentality the worst
So I think about her momma when I'm fucking on a perc (Oh my god)
This beat so hard make a nigga go berserk he in the back
Snorting lines with some molly on his shirt
Okay let me chill I'll rock you with this steel
I ain't tryna sign a deal unless I sign a couple mill
New clothes, head to toe, Versace robe, rose gold
Same me new scene old dope new fiends
Bad bitch 2 or 3 fuck em all then they leave
808 and narcotics that's what get the party started
Bitches in the lobby with they friends all dressed like barbies
Sippin on barcadi throwing ass like they Cardi B
Hoes wanna Minaj with T and all these niggas watching me
Why they watching T, shit I think it's plain to see
200k in my britches my belt is at my knees
You see the gun that I'm toting promoting causalities
You see the blunt that I'm smoking cut from exotic trees
Who else could it be it it's not Hoodie T
I'm taking all the leaves, like winters coming
I'm Rumpelstiltskin Forever After nigga you Shrek running
You couldn't imagine a dragon if you heard thunder coming
Now I wonder should I flush the game with a fucking plunger
I ain't getting younger
Wound the game with the bars I puncture
Throw the corpse in a dungeon bunker
A nigga like me no other
808 and narcotics that's what get the party started
Bitches in the lobby with they friends all dressed like barbies
Sippin on barcadi throwing ass like they Cardi B
Hoes wanna Minaj with T and now these niggas bumping me
Bitches in the lobby with they friends all dressed like barbies
Sippin on barcadi throwing ass like they Cardi B
Hoes wanna Minaj with T and all these niggas copy me
Why they copy me shit I think it's plain to see
I'm the nigga that fucked on 5 bitches in one week
I'm the nigga the plug call whenever he need weed
Baby I got a cold heart I don't wear it on my sleeve
Baby I got a cold heart I don't wear it on my sleeve
Pouring wok wok yeah forgies on the drop top yeah
I got hot glocks yeah aiming at yo high top yeah
Don't you ever squeal cause ima make that bond foreal
I've been a real nigga all the way since birth
It ain't shit for me to run up a bag from the dirt
My ex girl left my mentality the worst
So I think about her momma when I'm fucking on a perc (Oh my god)
This beat so hard make a nigga go berserk he in the back
Snorting lines with some molly on his shirt
Okay let me chill I'll rock you with this steel
I ain't tryna sign a deal unless I sign a couple mill
New clothes, head to toe, Versace robe, rose gold
Same me new scene old dope new fiends
Bad bitch 2 or 3 fuck em all then they leave
808 and narcotics that's what get the party started
Bitches in the lobby with they friends all dressed like barbies
Sippin on barcadi throwing ass like they Cardi B
Hoes wanna Minaj with T and all these niggas watching me
Why they watching T, shit I think it's plain to see
200k in my britches my belt is at my knees
You see the gun that I'm toting promoting causalities
You see the blunt that I'm smoking cut from exotic trees
Who else could it be it it's not Hoodie T
I'm taking all the leaves, like winters coming
I'm Rumpelstiltskin Forever After nigga you Shrek running
You couldn't imagine a dragon if you heard thunder coming
Now I wonder should I flush the game with a fucking plunger
I ain't getting younger
Wound the game with the bars I puncture
Throw the corpse in a dungeon bunker
A nigga like me no other
808 and narcotics that's what get the party started
Bitches in the lobby with they friends all dressed like barbies
Sippin on barcadi throwing ass like they Cardi B
Hoes wanna Minaj with T and now these niggas bumping me
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Writer(s): Chris Tucker
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