"Narcos" lyrics
(feat. Baby K)
(RedDead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)
Blrrrd
It's go
Might buy a Bentley truck to put a C on it
Come from the streets, I'm livin' like Sopranos
All of my niggas bossin', nothin' below
Millionaire still in the hood shootin' cee-lo
Certified stepper, you can bet on me
Havin' plenty power like I'm Chapo
All this damn green from the Mexican plug
'Cross the border, he a narco
Dose of the drink have me walkin' on Pluto
Stackin' and packin' these hoes in a two-door
I'm a big dog and they fear me like Kujo
They know I get 'em erased like an Expo
Slimed him out the package, he was flexin'
Cross a nigga over, John Wall
Clientele good, we got everything
Any time you need it, give a call
Havin' mob ties with the family, plugged in, baby, I'm a boss
Even though he gave us the recipe, catch him while he sweet and take him off
Taxin' everybody like a treasury, twenty, eighty P, we get it off
Turkey bags in the Grand Cherokee, Jeep, SRT, Trackhawk
If you wanna race, then you lost
I hit the clutch and press on the gas, I know that you hear the exhaust
Dude thought he was icy 'til we jacked him for his frost
Them straight eights how we get away, it ain't no gettin' caught, blrrrd
Might buy a Bentley truck to put a C on it
Come from the streets, I'm livin' like Sopranos
All of my niggas bossin', nothin' below
Millionaire still in the hood shootin' cee-lo
Certified stepper, you can bet on me
Havin' plenty power like I'm Chapo
All this damn green from the Mexican plug
'Cross the border, he a narco
Dose of the drink have me walkin' on Pluto
Stackin' and packin' these hoes in a two-door
I'm a big dog and they fear me like Kujo
They know I get 'em erased like an Expo
Slimed him out the package, he was flexin'
Cross a nigga over, John Wall
Clientele good, we got everything
Any time you need it, give a call
Exes keep beggin' me, told 'em to let go
Only be balls on them layups and free throws
Act like a classy, nice thing, petite, though
And the bitch gotta know how to make pre-rolls
I just burned 12 in a big body Tahoe
Slide in South Memphis, I'm dodgin' these potholes
I'm on the way to a play, feel like five-oh
Pull up and I get the cheese like it's nachos (Nachos, nachos)
Latin bitch, she just eat dick and cook tacos
I fuck with her 'cause her brother them vatos
They get the work 'cross the border in busloads
I might run off if I know where the shit grow
Nigga might not get a penny and don't owe him
Say he talk money, ain't got shit to show for it
I'm ballin' real hard and we up in the scoreboard
Might buy a Bentley truck to put a C on it
Come from the streets, I'm livin' like Sopranos
All of my niggas bossin', nothin' below
Millionaire still in the hood shootin' cee-lo
Certified stepper, you can bet on me
Havin' plenty power like I'm Chapo
All this damn green from the Mexican plug
'Cross the border, he a narco
Dose of the drink have me walkin' on Pluto
Stackin' and packin' these hoes in a two-door
I'm a big dog and they fear me like Kujo
They know I get 'em erased like an Expo
Slimed him out the package, he was flexin'
Cross a nigga over, John Wall
Clientele good, we got everything
Any time you need it, give a call
Blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd
It's go
Might buy a Bentley truck to put a C on it
Come from the streets, I'm livin' like Sopranos
All of my niggas bossin', nothin' below
Millionaire still in the hood shootin' cee-lo
Certified stepper, you can bet on me
Havin' plenty power like I'm Chapo
All this damn green from the Mexican plug
'Cross the border, he a narco
Dose of the drink have me walkin' on Pluto
Stackin' and packin' these hoes in a two-door
I'm a big dog and they fear me like Kujo
They know I get 'em erased like an Expo
Slimed him out the package, he was flexin'
Cross a nigga over, John Wall
Clientele good, we got everything
Any time you need it, give a call
Havin' mob ties with the family, plugged in, baby, I'm a boss
Even though he gave us the recipe, catch him while he sweet and take him off
Taxin' everybody like a treasury, twenty, eighty P, we get it off
Turkey bags in the Grand Cherokee, Jeep, SRT, Trackhawk
If you wanna race, then you lost
I hit the clutch and press on the gas, I know that you hear the exhaust
Dude thought he was icy 'til we jacked him for his frost
Them straight eights how we get away, it ain't no gettin' caught, blrrrd
Might buy a Bentley truck to put a C on it
Come from the streets, I'm livin' like Sopranos
All of my niggas bossin', nothin' below
Millionaire still in the hood shootin' cee-lo
Certified stepper, you can bet on me
Havin' plenty power like I'm Chapo
All this damn green from the Mexican plug
'Cross the border, he a narco
Dose of the drink have me walkin' on Pluto
Stackin' and packin' these hoes in a two-door
I'm a big dog and they fear me like Kujo
They know I get 'em erased like an Expo
Slimed him out the package, he was flexin'
Cross a nigga over, John Wall
Clientele good, we got everything
Any time you need it, give a call
Exes keep beggin' me, told 'em to let go
Only be balls on them layups and free throws
Act like a classy, nice thing, petite, though
And the bitch gotta know how to make pre-rolls
I just burned 12 in a big body Tahoe
Slide in South Memphis, I'm dodgin' these potholes
I'm on the way to a play, feel like five-oh
Pull up and I get the cheese like it's nachos (Nachos, nachos)
Latin bitch, she just eat dick and cook tacos
I fuck with her 'cause her brother them vatos
They get the work 'cross the border in busloads
I might run off if I know where the shit grow
Nigga might not get a penny and don't owe him
Say he talk money, ain't got shit to show for it
I'm ballin' real hard and we up in the scoreboard
Might buy a Bentley truck to put a C on it
Come from the streets, I'm livin' like Sopranos
All of my niggas bossin', nothin' below
Millionaire still in the hood shootin' cee-lo
Certified stepper, you can bet on me
Havin' plenty power like I'm Chapo
All this damn green from the Mexican plug
'Cross the border, he a narco
Dose of the drink have me walkin' on Pluto
Stackin' and packin' these hoes in a two-door
I'm a big dog and they fear me like Kujo
They know I get 'em erased like an Expo
Slimed him out the package, he was flexin'
Cross a nigga over, John Wall
Clientele good, we got everything
Any time you need it, give a call
Blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
