Feel Like El Chapo

Sittin in a cell denied my right to a bail
Man I swear to God I fell Like El Chapo
My bitch bein a bitch
Probably out gettin nailed
But I pray she aint talkin to the Narcos
FBI on my ass but I aint takin no pass
They can gon turn my ass to a bar code
Cuz I aint never been a snitch
And I aint never been a bitch
And the first chance I get
I'm goin on ghost mode

So go and tell them pigs
They can catch me if they can
Cuz I'm go on the run
Like the gingerbread man
Yeah I made a 100 thousands
Off 1008 grams
Now sittin on a beach
White bitch in white sand
Yo Gucci flip flops Gucci cardigan yeah
And my shooter a shoot to lights
Like James Harden can yeah
And he a terminate yo ass
Like James Cameron
Bitch its my way or the highway
Ain't no bargain
So fuck yo favorite rapper cuz
Nigga I'm harder than I martyr men
Swinging bar for bar call me Tarzan
Maserati the car I'm In
Ain't stopping at no light
Like OJ Simpson did leave no witness
4eign on his business bitch
And why would I stop foe
You niggas is cops tho
I'm movin blow
Right under the nose of the narcos
And its a art hoe
Shipping in and out cargo
I swear to fuckin God
Man I feel like El Choppo

Sittin in a cell denied my right to a bail
Man I swear to God I fell Like El Chapo
My bitch bein a bitch
Probably out gettin nailed
But I pray she aint talkin to the Narcos
FBI on my ass but I aint takin no pass
They can gon turn my ass to a bar code
Cuz I aint never been a snitch
And I aint never been a bitch
And the first chance I get
I'm goin on ghost mode



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Writer(s): Floysius Nickson
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