Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Narcs, artist - Lil Baby. Album song Harder Than Hard, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Narcs |
The narcs just ran in the spot |
Nobody was there, we got out |
I know they mad as fuck |
They can’t keep tabs on us |
We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper |
He on the grind and I’ll see you later |
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper |
The narcs just ran in the spot |
Nobody was there, we got out |
I know they mad as fuck |
They can’t keep tabs on us |
We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper |
He on the grind and I’ll see you later |
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper |
I’m rockin' Balmains like they cheap |
I brought out all hundreds and it’s neat |
I ride in foreign cars like I’m Meech |
Punchin' on foreign broads on the beach |
I got it all gone in a week (week) |
Saved by the bell like I’m Screech (Screech) |
F&N ride on my seat |
Hope one of you niggas don’t reach |
I’m on that timeline, niggas watchin' |
I just spent sixty thousand on some watches |
I’m rockin' Tom Ford like a doctor |
I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers |
We keep them dracos, shout out to the shottas |
Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments |
This shit was hard for us, we thought we all was stuck |
They told me go get it and I went and got it |
Lil nigga I’m the one that got it poppin' |
Lil nigga pull up on ya, try to pop ya |
I been hearin' niggas talkin' |
But when I pull up on them niggas' head drop |
I got the streets in a head lock |
Straight to the money, no stops |
Straight gas, nigga fuck cops |
The narcs just ran in the spot |
Nobody was there, we got out |
I know they mad as fuck |
They can’t keep tabs on us |
We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper |
He on the grind and I’ll see you later |
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper |
The narcs just ran in the spot |
Nobody was there, we got out |
I know they mad as fuck |
They can’t keep tabs on us |
We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper |
He on the grind and I’ll see you later |
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper |
Pussy nigga hatin', pocket watching (I see you watchin nigga) |
Hope that they ain’t forget the pocket rocket |
Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit |
I been grindin' for a minute, I been really really gettin' it |
We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it |
Turned a nickle to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar |
Take the dollar to your partners, show 'em how to add the water |
Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin' with the mobsters |
He know he pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles |
We got the weight, that’s a full one, damn she just blew me |
Pass me the percs I need two of 'em |
Get to the money, I’m racin' |
Bitch better check my trap, I’m gettin' money |
Pockets full, why not, FN on the side |
Niggas try me they gon' die |
Youngins screamin' what’s the price? |
I can’t wait to let 'em slide |
It’s gon' be a homicide |
I ain’t gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die |
The narcs just ran in the spot |
Nobody was there, we got out |
I know they mad as fuck |
They can’t keep tabs on us |
We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper |
He on the grind and I’ll see you later |
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper |
The narcs just ran in the spot |
Nobody was there, we got out |
I know they mad as fuck |
They can’t keep tabs on us |
We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper |
He on the grind and I’ll see you later |
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper |