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Narcs Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Baby
Length: 3:32
Written by: Dominique Jones, Jose Guapo




Lil Baby - Narcs Lyrics
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(You are now tuned into a Kid Hazel beat)
Yeah
The narcs just ran in the spot
(Kid Hazel) f*ck, f*ck

The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We dodgin' the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We duckin' the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper

I'm rockin' Balmains like they cheap
I brought out all hundreds and it's neat
I ride in foreign cars like I'm Meek
Punchin' on foreign broads on the beach
I got it all gone in a week (week)
Saved by the bell like I'm Screech (screech)
F&N ride on my seat
Hope one of you niggas don't reach
I'm on they timeline, niggas watchin'
I just spent sixty thousand on some watches
I'm rockin' Tom Ford like a doctor
I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers
We keep them Dracos, shout out to the shottas
Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments
This shit was hard for us
We thought we all was stuck
They told me, "Go get it," and I went and got it
Lil' nigga, I'm the one that got it poppin'
Lil' nigga, pull up on ya, try to pop ya
I been hearin' niggas talkin'
But when I pull up on them niggas' head drop
I got the streets in a head lock
Straight to the money, no stops
Straight gas, nigga f*ck cops
Yeah, bitch

The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We duckin' the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper

Pussy nigga hatin', pocket watching (I see you watchin' nigga)
Hope that they ain't forget the pocket rocket
Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit
I been grindin' for a minute, I been really really gettin' it
We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it
Turned a nickle to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar
Take the dollar to your partners, show 'em how to add the water
Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin' with the mobsters
We don't eat pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles
We got the weight, that's a full one, damn she just blew me
Pass me the percs I need two of 'em
Get to the money, I'm racin', shit
Bitch better check my trap, I'm gettin' money
Pockets full, why not, FN on the side
Niggas try me they gon' die
Youngins screamin', "What's the price?"
I can't wait to let 'em slide
It's gon' be a homicide
I ain't gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die
Yeah

The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We dodgin' the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We dodgin' the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
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(You are now tuned into a Kid Hazel beat)
Yeah
The narcs just ran in the spot
(Kid Hazel) f*ck, f*ck

The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We dodgin' the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We duckin' the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper

I'm rockin' Balmains like they cheap
I brought out all hundreds and it's neat
I ride in foreign cars like I'm Meek
Punchin' on foreign broads on the beach
I got it all gone in a week (week)
Saved by the bell like I'm Screech (screech)
F&N ride on my seat
Hope one of you niggas don't reach
I'm on they timeline, niggas watchin'
I just spent sixty thousand on some watches
I'm rockin' Tom Ford like a doctor
I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers
We keep them Dracos, shout out to the shottas
Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments
This shit was hard for us
We thought we all was stuck
They told me, "Go get it," and I went and got it
Lil' nigga, I'm the one that got it poppin'
Lil' nigga, pull up on ya, try to pop ya
I been hearin' niggas talkin'
But when I pull up on them niggas' head drop
I got the streets in a head lock
Straight to the money, no stops
Straight gas, nigga f*ck cops
Yeah, bitch

The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We duckin' the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper

Pussy nigga hatin', pocket watching (I see you watchin' nigga)
Hope that they ain't forget the pocket rocket
Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit
I been grindin' for a minute, I been really really gettin' it
We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it
Turned a nickle to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar
Take the dollar to your partners, show 'em how to add the water
Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin' with the mobsters
We don't eat pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles
We got the weight, that's a full one, damn she just blew me
Pass me the percs I need two of 'em
Get to the money, I'm racin', shit
Bitch better check my trap, I'm gettin' money
Pockets full, why not, FN on the side
Niggas try me they gon' die
Youngins screamin', "What's the price?"
I can't wait to let 'em slide
It's gon' be a homicide
I ain't gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die
Yeah

The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We dodgin' the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as f*ck
They can't keep tabs on us
We dodgin' the feds, tryna get this paper
He ain't on the grind then I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
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Writer: Dominique Jones, Jose Guapo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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