Narcos

Go to the bank to make a 10k deposit
I wont go out wit no dough or my rocket
Niggas see me and all they do is pop it
K know they see the stick hangin from my pocket

In front of the judge that nigga tellin stories
He know gang nem shoot like robert horry
I'm still prayin that dem pussies don't report me
End of the chop gon leave a gory murder scene

Put one up in his head just for thinkin bout the team
Remember momma cussin her son addicted to lean
Got them bitches comin back like sum dope feins
Is it clear yet?

I been places you niggas ain't even been yet
The bottom of the bowl and still ain eat yet
Swimming wit sharks you was scared to get yo feet wet
Now everywhere i go i gotta keepa tec

I kno he mad cuz he seen his bitch delete texts
Tryna talk talm bout when he see me next
Time it's on left him on read and delete the text
I ain't worried bout shit i'm thinkin bout a check

Matter fact send the dough i make mobile deposits
Yo bitch askin next time are we goin shoppin
I boughta bag for me and left her throat throbbin
A nigga like me give a fuck hoe there's no stoppin

Ion really like ta flex i wanna plain patek
You can see me shine from the ice up on my neck
Ion really like to dine if i'm out i needa vest
You niggas first class but i'm higher than a jet

I was broke but now they wanna be me
Took me as a joke ain't nobody believe me
Was really on my own i kept stackin to the ceiling
My momma only rich son
Can't describe a better feeling

Tec-9 mailed in came from Jose
Narcos supplied me wit the OJ
Dancin wit the glock everything gon be Ok
I'm toxic give a fuck what the hoe say
Tec-9 mailed in came from Jose
Narcos supplied me wit the OJ
Dancin wit the glock everything gon be Ok
I'm toxic give a fuck what the hoe say



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Writer(s): Robert-joseph Pereda
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