Flackk & A1 Trap - Narcs

Gang, aye
Fuck what they talm bout gang
Turn me up gang
Did this shit on my own yeah ill say that shit every time
Told that hoe dont call me in the trap, I keep pressing decline
Dropping dimes, then yeen gang on gang
My white tee having stain
I cant neva fw opps, fuck every clique they try to claim
I be like gahdamn
These hoes know who i am
Dont dive to deep its sharks in
Keep door closed dont let narcs in
Gas got me wit the martians
Come shop wit me get locked in
Get money that been Gods Plan
Mo money come mo options
No money then no rocking
She like the way i talk, she say she like the way im hit - in
Real trap nigga make 50s turn to 100s i be flip- in
This wock mixed wit patron, straight from the bottle i be sip-in
Im rocking straight designa, spensive clothing i be drip-in
Our losses made us bosses
Young Turnt Gang you cant fw us
Who tf said we couldn top shit
Probably a nigga who cant fw us
Gang, i be like ahh hell
Big gang shit like the cartel
Exotic gas whats that smell
We keep it solid neva tell
The villain demon straight from hell
on gang i dont even be tryin
Christian dior got me flying
Fuck that hoe i done upgraded
Yo designer look outdated
Seen my tats she almost fainted
Cum all on her face I painted
Coming through the bricks like saint nick
Aint a bitch my niggas cant hit
Ain no way my niggas cant win
Ain no block my niggas cant spin
My niggas in they bag yeah
We flippin hella cash yeah
We stacking up the stash yeah
Know a1 gonna crash yeah
I see why niggas mad yeah
I see why niggas uh uh
Whats that sound
Narcs coming in dont make a sound
Go Zip for zip go pound for pound
We trappin shit up to the clouds
Niggas talk behind ya back but dap ya up when you around

Written by:
Jonathon Winbush

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