Narcotics - Caskey, Pablo Escabear, CLICKLAK

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'