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Narcotics* Lyrics
Lyrics from Snippets

[Pre-Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

[Chorus]
I don’t need no DJ to turn me up, lil’ bitch, I got it
Pull out the coupe, no mileage (Huh)
Maybach truck, hydraulics (Huh-huh)
My bitch do narcotics, yeah, my bitch love them drugs
Rockstar ho, everybody say she weird, I’m tryna get next to her

[Verse]
I ain’t nun’ like them other niggas, I’ma give the best to ya
Try to slide in that hooptie, you gon’ pull off in a stretcher, yeah
I don’t smoke no loose leaf, bitch, this Grabba in my paper
My niggas push up all black, yeah, like Darth Vader
Mask up, bitch, swing yo’ blick, do whatever to get that paper
My bitch on whatever I’m on, she like Tomb Raider
Baguettes and pointer stones on, bitch, I’m too paid
Got a bitch who’ll fuck whoever in this room, she tryna get laid
Yeah, she go both ways
I’m in this bitch off Oxycontin
Bitch, I’m too rich, you can’t tell me nothin’
Bodies drop just like a belt or sum’
Puttin’ money on your head or tail
Flip a coin, it went straight in the air, we gonna wish ’em well
You was gon’ die regardless, bitch
Flip her, this a Jeff Hardy stick
Flip her, I’m fuckin’ a stripper
She want me to tip her, she know that I’m havin’, yeah
Know some niggas that’ll pull up, catch a body, and pull off laughin’, yeah
The air, yeah, she got her ass in there
My bag, yeah, I got the cash in there
Swag, yeah, I’m freestylin’ this shit
Make a [?], I’m ’bout to jump in the pit
The bullets hot, yeah, you know how it get
Pussy shoulda made it ‘cross the fence
Niggas be doin’ fake drugs, that ain’t no Percocet, boy, that’s Fent’
I’ma get rich without tryin’ even if I get shot nine times like 50 Cent
I’m VL5 in this bitch, she ’bout to ride on this dick
I’ve been off Earth, ain’t nobody liver than this
I’ve been off Earth, ain’t nobody liver than this
Ain’t nobody liver than this, ain’t nobody liver than this
See Ken Carson Live

[Pre-Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

[Chorus]
I don’t need no DJ to turn me up, lil’ bitch, I got it
Pull out the coupe, no mileage (Huh)
Maybach truck, hydraulics (Huh-huh)
My bitch do narcotics, yeah, my bitch love them drugs
Rockstar ho, everybody say she weird, I’m tryna get next to her