Narcotics lyrics

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[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' b*tch, I got it
Pull out the coupe, no mileage (Huh)
Maybach truck, hydraulics (Huh-huh)
My b*tch do narcotics, yeah, my b*tch love them drugs
Rockstar ho, everybody say she weird, I'm tryna get next to her

[Verse]
I ain't nun' like them other n*ggas, 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, b*tch, this Grabba in my paper
My n*ggas push up all black, yeah, like Darth Vader
Mask up, b*tch, swing yo' blick, do whatever to get that paper
My b*tch on whatever I'm on, she like Tomb Raider
Baguettes and pointer stones on, b*tch, I'm too paid
Got a b*tch who'll f*ck whoever in this room, she tryna get laid
Yeah, she go both ways
I'm in this b*tch off Oxycontin
b*tch, 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, b*tch
Flip her, this a Jeff Hardy stick
Flip her, I'm f*ckin' a stripper
She want me to tip her, she know that I'm havin', yeah
Know some n*ggas 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 sh*t
Make a hole, I'm 'bout to jump in the pit
The bullets hot, yeah, you know how it get
pus*y shoulda made it 'cross the fence
n*ggas 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 b*tch, she 'bout to ride on this di*k
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
[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' b*tch, I got it
Pull out the coupe, no mileage (Huh)
Maybach truck, hydraulics (Huh-huh)
My b*tch do narcotics, yeah, my b*tch love them drugs
Rockstar ho, everybody say she weird, I'm tryna get next to her