PKB BONASTY - Narcos Lyrics

Uh, yeah
F*ck traffic, I whip a truck like a 4matic
No cap if I lack it, my brother gon' have it

I grab it, then wrap it, then pack it
It's magic, you wack, you a rat, can't go back in my cabinet
My bitches be bad just like all of my habits
I double up, double back and switch the tactic

I ain't even shoot it, I pretty much flashed it
And now I'm a monster, a menace, a savage
Gave up all I got, now I'm back, I stay at it
This shit in my pocket, I tax for the addicts

I once had a lot and I passed it, was lacking
I should've flipped it for the pack to start trapping
They laid him back and left him flat
He was napping, couldn't watch his mouth

He never had him a napkin
You told what happened, so I'm cappin' your cap
And he know what happened, so I'm cappin' your pap
I done ran a lap around your map with a strap

I done won my back end shootin' craps with a rack
I done broke her back and hit her ass and it clapped
All you pussy niggas be on apps for the stacks
I be in my city runnin' laps for the stacks

Real ass nigga, I just happen to rap
I done heard a lot of cats cap on they stats
When my bro was in the flats, I had a pack
Flipped a O and quadrupled a quarter for that

You a hoe, you gotta cross the border for that
Need some more than you can place a order for that
Leave ya brody dead up on the corner for that
Yeah, my life a bitch and I adore her for that

What you make a show, I be recording for that
Smoke a lot of tree like where the ornaments at
I got better deals and you be whorin' for that
I got some in the bag and some more in my lap

I remember walkin' to the store for a wrap
I got some in my sock and some more in the sack
I left some on your top and some more in the strap
I sold some on the block and some more in the trap

I made some on the clock and some more where I'm at
Made so much that they tryin' to record where I'm at
Who the plug is nigga, I don't know, what is that
I be addin', ain't no subtractin'

I ain't into flashin', that's you niggas passion
I'm makin' my pay, and I'm flippin' my ration
You move the wrong way, you get post with no caption
Multiplyin', ain't no dividin'

You eat with the heathens, you better be hidin'
You sleep with the deacon,
You eatin' off tithes, and that pussy too deep
It ain't one I could dive in

I be addin', ain't no subtractin'
I ain't into flashin', that's you niggas passion
I'm makin' my pay, and I'm flippin' my ration
You move the wrong way, you get post with no caption

Multiplyin' , ain't no dividin'
You eat with the heathens, you better be hidin'
You sleep with the deacons, you eatin' off tithes
And that pussy too deep, it ain't one I could dive in, bitch