I'm so narced out I narc out my body get the chills
I try to write my wrong but I be doin wrong still
2000 dollar outfit, check the tags you know they real
Yeah I did a lot of dirt but now I'm tryna make a mil
Oh, yeah I'm gettin high in the Mil
No emotions yeah I kill, kill, kill
And I cant drink your pint unless it comes with a seal
And I swear my b**h the baddest yeah I swear she a big deal
True Religion on, I got True Relationships
Yeah I came up from a lot I've seen a lot just as a kid
Yeah you say your smokin strong?
I can tell your smokin mid
I do narcotics lil boy, you think you high but your not this
This shirt cost bout 3 something, you wake up and put on shit
I get so f**n geeked up I see narcotics in my p**s
He put on his homies clothes he gives em back
That shit ain't his
I got V Lone stamped on my back, but that shit doesn't stand for Vince
I'm so narced out I narc out my body get the chills
I try to write my wrong but I be doin wrong still
2000 dollar outfit, check the tags you know they real
Yeah I did a lot of dirt but now I'm tryna make a mil
Oh, yeah I'm gettin high in the Mil
No emotions yeah I kill, kill, kill
And I cant drink your pint unless it comes with a seal
And I swear my b**h the baddest yeah I swear she a big deal
Yeah they trippin why they mad?
All I do is keep it real
Blowin up too fast, I don't even got a deal
She want me back? Ion know how that feel
See I'm gettin cash, they don't know how that feel
Smell like money when I walk up in the room
Poppin every tag, gettin to that bag
I was down so bad, yeah what you know bout that
ANTI told me relax, I've been movin way too fast
For that feature we gon tax, we dont play bout our racks yeah
Brodie trippin off the narcs
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Told my girly she gon play her part
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
I'm so narced out I narc out my body get the chills
I try to write my wrong but I be doin wrong still
2000 dollar outfit, check the tags you know they real
Yeah I did a lot of dirt but now I'm tryna make a mil
Oh, yeah I'm gettin high in the Mil
No emotions yeah I kill, kill, kill
And I cant drink your pint unless it comes with a seal
And I swear my b**h the baddest yeah I swear she a big deal
