$lim Charles - Narcos Lyrics

The narcos won't confiscate it
We gon bag that (Bag that!)
The bitches won't contemplate it, they ain't built for this here
If you ain't been down for the high, my nigga bag back (Bag back!)
F*ck is you doin round me
I'm makin my rounds and countin

I'm makin my rounds in countin
Still countin
I always been in my prime, for the hustle, in any climate
I'ma kick the shit you tryna hear, and even if you not
I don't rap for the suckas
I don't relapse for you muthaf*ckas
I'm on cloud nine
All my chakras aligned
If she a proud 9, how could you tell her she not a dime
My shawty the whole dollar
I'm grindin w us in mind
Till i'm ballin, a globetrotter
I promise its no problem
It's Charlie, the go getter
You don't got it? Go get it
F*ck is you waitin for
Them invitations ain't formal
They don't come w a card, box
Or even a pissy pot
Got tired of bein pissy, i started changin the plot
Now they tryna book ya boy
Ain't f*ck with them hooks before
Now, can't even spit the chorus before these niggas is hooked
I'm the captain, no copilots
Could you ever imagine
This dusty nigga would be in his bag, Bitches on the sack
From days of bein frozen
Now a must them woods be claustrophobic
Kid that's hella packed
Ain't pack like this in yo side of town
I might go, cross the bridge
Where the fam at
Remember Lil Zay & Peanut
Now they see my wedding ring, I tell em that I cuffed the game and had it sign for the prenup
And now a whole stream of tunes comin soon like pre nut
You prolly thinkin too facetious, they see it and despise
Cause they 16 is pint sized
I ain't ever lied

The narcos won't confiscate it
We gon bag that (Bag that!)
The bitches won't contemplate it, they ain't built for this here
If you ain't been down for the high, my nigga bag back (Bag back!)
F*ck is you doin round me
I'm makin my rounds and countin

Almost ain't never count, got the drive of a chauffeur
All them years perfectin ya craft and still ain't shit to show for it
Niggas silly like that, I really might snap
Flip the switch and tell em drop they britches for this ass whippin
You want spas feel it fast
When he crash in like he Vince
Stapled his name to this shit
Watchin em play w this shit
I stood back and ten toes
My defense offends foes
She goin gaga, poker face on swole when the tongue fold
I just unload
Clips cut through like paper, watch me dump more
Equipped with ancient scripts that for the mortals that want gore
She purpin like she won't go, backstage end of the show
Tryna get her back blown but blown cause charlie sent that ass home

Try to bag me hoe
I'm buckin gladly
Hold my pen, cause i'm still spazzing
Out here grindin like my pappy...
The narcos can't confiscate it, we gon
The bitches won't contemplate it, they ain't