NARCO lyrics

W-W-Where the f*ck yo' mans at?
Oh no b*tch can't stand that
B-B-b*tch i got a 10 pack, aim it at yo' head-
A-A-Aim it till you dead, choppa' till its red
Yes i got the f*ckin' bread
This hoe talkin' to the feds
[?], In that kick doe' im wit' Jae
He see 50 shades of spray
This the HenchMob uh aye
HenchMob Gang, HenchMob Thang'
That b*tch feelin' on my face
On the ceilin' i can't think
Drop bout' 50 onna' tank, and head up in the sank'
Why the- Why the f*ck this lame
Let the Gen 5 bang uh

I dont feel the same, gotta' check my brain
Yeah my 223 insane yeah
Yeah it got a blade yeah
I-I-I dont feel the same, gotta' check my brain yeah
Yeah my 223 insane yeah
Yeah it got a blade-
Gang

[Nettspend]
All my bruddas' in this b*tch and if you talkin' on hench mob i might just send a f*ckin' clip
Hunnids in my f*ckin' pockets and they saggin' to my di*k
And yeah that hoe gon' hit my phone
Once she get f*cked she get dismissed
Said when they talkin' bout' lil nett then they gon' talk yeah with respect
And when we jumpin' out that benz
I got a blade up on the cig
Jt done hit my phone man he said "WitchGang up next"
And when i hit the net its on that cause' im jumpin' on necks
f*ck a [?] i poured a 6
Because zuro up next
Thats my brudda till the end i said we steppin' on necks
Back in school we high as sh*t, i ain't doin' no test
Back in school we high as sh*t, ain't no way that was the test