Caskey, Pablo Escabear, CLICKLAK — Narcotics

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Hey Caskey, you know what we finna do to
these niggas now
Hector, what’s happening?
Pimp, KPE

On the block with narcotics
Serve it straight out the projects
Please don’t make me catch a body
Please don’t make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas tryna rob me
Please don’t make me catch a body
Please don’t make me catch a body
Please don’t make me catch a body
I’m back in the streets on the narcotics
On that half a pill, dog, what’s going on?

I been smoking on the gas, dog, what’s going on?

Lied to by my homie bitch, dog, what’s
goin’ on?
Fuck the world and let ’em die slow, I’m
blowin’ strong
Light the gas and get my dick sucked, love
to fuck when I’m on
These pussies so concerned ’bout me, dog,
what’s goin’ on?
I don’t know, I can’t cope
I don’t give a fuck if y’all stay broke, I gotta
go get it
My momma inside of the crib and she
living a way I don’t want her to
Told her I’m making a million for her and
that’s what I’m gonna do
Hope it make you more comfortable, hope
my job start you
Hope that you look in the mirror and realize
you fucked up a good situation and damn
That shit started to fuck with you
Hope that you know that we eatin’, hope
that you strugging, breathin’
You turn on the god and now I’m just your
demon
You suckers deserving a beatin’, we
coming to give it, we mean it, ah!
Schemin’ fast with the dollars that I need
to cash
She a freak at the show, want the semen
‘stache

I’m too focused on my craft for her needy ass
Pull up outside of the spot like, «I need my racks»

On the block with narcotics
Serve it straight out the projects
Please don’t make me catch a body
Please don’t make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas tryna rob me
Please don’t make me catch a body
Please don’t make me catch a body
Please don’t make me catch a body

I’m back in the streets on the narcotics
On that half a pill, dog, what’s going on?
I been smoking on the gas, dog, what’s
going on?

Fuck who got it, I rob him, strip him out of
his Robin’s
Hopping out with them choppers, got a
couple bodies on my revolver
Talking fit but ain’t ’bout shit, I’ll catch you
while your performin’
Slap your old lady, management,
entourage in that order
Made the wrong move while the tool on,
you’ll be donating some organs
Slumped over in the driveway with your
tongue out like Jordan Contraband in my caravan, money doublin’, I been hustlin’
Smith & Wesson on my waist band, no
tusslin’, no bustin’ it
Been a minute, I must admit, I might be a lil
rusty
No face, no case, no evidence, the police
mad, they can’t touch me
dogs make the work flip, big guns got long clips
I’m street driving you niggas’ whips, street
pussy won’t do shit

Fly niggas get wings clipped, bad bitches
get hard dick
Double cup, I slow sip, and fast money, I go
get
Fuck niggas write statements, crackheads smoke glass dick
I sit back, wack niggas count money ballin’

On the block with narcotics
Serve it straight out the projects
Please don’t make me catch a body
Please don’t make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas tryna rob me
Please don’t make me catch a body

Please don’t make me catch a body
Please don’t make me catch a body
I’m back in the streets on the narcotics
On that half a pill, dog, what’s going on?
I been smoking on the gas, dog, what’s going on?

Body bags, body bags, hanging out the
window with a gun in my hand
Used to sell rock but I ain’t done it again
No more standing on the corner while I’m
waiting on fiends
Free my nigga , can’t forget Lil Dre, he
been gone since May
I’m pimpin’ these women, they give it all to me, they got no decision
Antique thought with a hall of fame wrist
Bring seven bottles ’cause I ain’t poppin’ six
I be mixing up the drugs, hope my heart
don’t stop
Adderall, Xan’, Lean, and some Moon Rocks
In a ’64 Caprice with the rag top
Ride around both with my out
I’m the reason why your uncle got hooked on crack
I’m the reason why your uncle jaw move like that
Swooping all in your baby momma

Gun tucked in my Ferragamo
Can’t see, Xans, am I ready?
Live the harder way, feel like Penny
Chasing dollars, make a bad deal with your
Half of my stains, they look like martyrs
Take the narcotics and start to swallow,
whoa

Hey, my nigga Caskey back at it again
This the pimp, ClicKlak, you know?
Black Sheep Tres, you feel me?
Nah, I ain’t drop no pimpin’ on ’em in a
while now
So I think it’s time I might as well drop
some jewels on these niggas, you know
what I’m saying?
If you love that bitch
I’ma teach you how you don’t care ’bout
nothing she do
I want you to look her in her eyes
And tell her, «I always assume you
cheating»
So I’m never hurt when I find out you is
Pimpin’