Narcos lyrics

[Intro: Lil Dew']
Yeah (Gosha)
Yeah, ayy
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Dew']
Get to the check by making narcos, Balenci', my zapateos (Yeah, yeah)
Underrated but I'm going up, I carry all these choppas
Lit this Wock' it ain't no Bic, but I be mixing with the Fanta (Yeah)
Hittin' that b*tch in the back, and I'm pouring a pint, yeah, of this Wockhardt (Wockhardt)
White b*tch, no snow, she really f*cking with me (With me)
Call me alcohol 'cause I be tearin' up the kidney (Kidney)
Mess with me, little b*tch, yeah, you tasting this Cal .50
Glock with me I'm ridin' ruthless through yo' city (Okay)

[Verse 1: Lil Dew’]
He say he want smoke, this .40 really gon' blow (Yeah)
Cheat on a b*tch, no astros, ‘causе I was of the narcos
It don't count (Ayy, what?), give me chancе
Ralph Summon on my pants (Yeah)
I'ma be calling my hot b*tch Dexter, she come from Japan (You make me sick-sick-sick-sick, ayy)

[Verse 2: Shady MOON]
You wanna get busy? Better keep a vest
These bullets is hallows, they hitting yo' chest (What?)
Big Glock got lead it's taking tests
I hit yo' b*tch and then the next (Hello?)
She wanna f*ck me for the paper, I told that b*tch that it's to late (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch I ain't drake, but you gon' Toosie Slide out like criminal things (Haha)
[Verse 3: Lil dew' & Shady MOON]
I'm with Shady, yeah, we don't miss, you really gonna get hit
Got Glocks with twin Berettas that's always tucked inside my fitted
Twin uzi chops with extensions, you f*ck me with me then you's a dead man
My b*tch is Latina, she hella fine, and she ain't missin' (Ayy, yeah)
Shoulder step and then I go (Go)
See your girl and she a hoe (Hoe)
I be sellin' out the pound, no I ain't talking bout no blow (Ayy)
And why yo' b*tch up on my line?
I told shorty she gotta go
Booked her a flight back home, don't care about that hoe no more (f*ck you, Shady)

[Chorus: Lil Dew']
Get to the check by making narcos, Balenci', my zapateos (Narcos, uh)
Underrated but I'm going up, I carry all these choppas
Lit this Wock' it ain't no Bic, but I be mixing with the Fanta (Ayy, yeah)
Hittin' that b*tch in the back, and I'm pouring a pint, of this Wockhardt (Wockhardt)
White b*tch, no snow, she really f*cking with me (With me)
Call me alcohol cause I be tearin' up the kidney (Kidney)
Mess with me, lil' b*tch, yeah, you tasting this Cal .50 (Yeah)
Glock with me I'm ridin' ruthless through yo' city (Okay)
Get to the check by making narcos, Balenci', my zapateos (Yeah)
Underrated but I'm going up, I carry all these choppas
Lit this Wock' it ain't no Bic, but I be mixin' with the Fanta (Yeah)
Hittin' that b*tch in the back, and I'm pouring a pint, of this this Wockhardt (Wockhardt)
White b*tch, no snow, she really f*cking with me (With me)
Call me alcohol cause I be tearin' up the kidney (Kidney)
Mess with me, little b*tch, yeah, you tasting this Cal .50
Glock with me I'm ridin' ruthless through yo' city
[Outro: No Money Enterprise]
Donde estás, donde estás, Yolanda?
Qué pasó, qué pasó, Yolanda?
Te busqué, te busqué, Yolanda
Y no estás, y no estás, Yolanda (Ah-ooh)
Donde estás, donde estás, Yolanda? (Gosha)
Qué pasó, qué pasó, Yolanda?
Te busqué, te busqué, Yolanda
Y no estás-