Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Narcotics , by - Caskey. Song from the album Black Sheep 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Narcotics |
| Hector, what’s happening? |
| Pimp, KPE |
| On the block with narcotics |
| Serve it straight out the projects |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| All white, Yo Gotti |
| I heard some niggas was tryna rob me |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| I’m back in the streets on the narcotics |
| On that half a pill, dog, what’s going on? |
| I been smoking on the gas, dog, what’s going on? |
| Lied to by my homie bitch, dog, what’s goin' on? |
| Fuck the world and let 'em die slow, I’m blowin' strong |
| Light the gas and get my dick sucked, love to fuck when I’m on |
| These pussies so concerned 'bout me, dog, what’s goin' on? |
| I don’t know, I can’t cope |
| I don’t give a fuck if y’all stay broke, I gotta go get it |
| My mama inside of the crib and she living a way I don’t want her to |
| Told her I’m making a million for her and that’s what I’m gonna do |
| Hope it make you uncomfortable |
| Hope my job start to fuck with you |
| Hope that you look in the mirror |
| And realize you fucked up a good situation and damn |
| That shit start to fuck with you |
| Hope that you know that we eatin' |
| Hope that you strugging, breathin' |
| You turn on the god and now I’m just your demon |
| You suckers deserving a beatin' |
| We coming to give it, we mean it, ah! |
| Schemin' fast with the dollars that I need to cash |
| She a freak at the show, want the semen 'stache |
| I’m too focused on my craft for her needy ass |
| Pull up outside of the spot like, «I need my racks» |
| On the block with narcotics |
| Serve it straight out the projects |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| All white, Yo Gotti |
| I heard some niggas was tryna rob me |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| I’m back in the streets on the narcotics |
| On that half a pill, dog, what’s going on? |
| I been smoking on the gas, dog, what’s going on? |
| Fuck who got it, I rob him, strip him out of his Robin’s |
| Hopping out with them choppers, got a couple bodies on my revolver |
| Talking fit but ain’t 'bout shit, I’ll catch you while you’re performin' |
| Slap your old lady, management, entourage in that order |
| Make the wrong move while the tool on, you’ll be donating some organs |
| Slumped over in the driveway with your tongue out like Jordan |
| Contraband in my caravan, money doublin', I been hustlin' |
| Smith & Wesson on my waist band, no tusslin', I’m bustin' it |
| Been a minute, I must admit, I might be a lil rusty |
| No face, no case, no evidence, the police mad, they can’t touch me |
| Don’t need dogs make the work flip, big guns got long clips |
| I’m street driving you niggas' whips, straight pussy won’t do shit |
| Fly niggas get wings clipped, bad bitches get hard dick |
| Double cup, I slow sip, and fast money, I go get |
| Fuck niggas write statements, crackheads smoke glass dick |
| I sit back, wack niggas, and count money, I’m ballin' |
| On the block with narcotics |
| Serve it straight out the projects |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| All white, Yo Gotti |
| I heard some niggas was tryna rob me |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| Please don’t make me catch a body |
| I’m back in the streets on the narcotics |
| On that half a pill, dog, what’s going on? |
| I been smoking on the gas, dog, what’s going on? |
| Body bags, body bags |
| Hanging out the window with a gun in my hand |
| Used to sell rock but I ain’t done it again |
| No more standing on the corner while I’m waiting on fiends |
| Free my nigga |
| Can’t forget Lil Dre, he been gone since May |
| I’m pimpin' these women |
| They give it all to me, they got no decision |
| Antique thought with a hall of fame wrist |
| Drink 75 bottles 'cause I ain’t poppin' six |
| I be mixing up the drugs, hope my heart don’t stop |
| Adderall, Xan', Lean, and some Moon Rocks |
| In a '64 Caprice with the rag top |
| Ride around Bokey with my rag out |
| I’m the reason why your uncle got hooked on crack |
| I’m the reason why your uncle jaw move like that |
| Swooping all in your baby momma |
| Gun tucked in my Ferragamo |
| Can’t see, Xans, am I ready? |
| Live the harder way, feel like Penny |
| Chasing dollars |
| Make a bad dealer with your man, Gwalla |
| Half of my stains, they look like martyrs |
| Take the narcotics and start to swallow, whoa |
| Hey, my nigga Caskey back at it again |
| This the pimp, ClicKlak, nigga |
| Black Sheep Tres, you feel me? |
| Now, I ain’t drop no pimpin' on 'em in a while now |
| So I think it’s time I might as well drop some jewels on these niggas, |
| you know what I’m saying? |
| Now, if you love that bitch |
| I’ma teach you how you don’t care 'bout nothing she do |
| I want you to look her in her eyes |
| And tell her, «I always assume you cheating |
| So I’m never hurt when I find out you is» |
| Pimpin' |