J Molley

Narco


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Run his pockets like his been like a narco
I am god gifted and I am in god mode
Lighting rockets smoke alone I don’t pass hoe
Only come out in the night like it’s dark mode
Finger on the trigger looking for meal tickets
Mere digits don’t do enough I need 6 figures
6 bitches switch up em like I rolled 6 swishers

Gun on your neck fuck a fist fight
Run up a check up on a bitch like
Nike on my feet feel like I’m Mike
Fly out next week feel like I might
Whole entourage is dripping in designer
She like the finer things I like them finer
Fire up blunt and get higher than gaia
Just ran up 10 000 to sip on a rider

Trap like an addict
Add it get the packages
Wreck it I make em pay for all the damages
Started and got it I can't fuck with ametueurs ouhh uhuh
Mentions got ghosts its hard to find who talk
If the talk is cheap why you niggas talk a lot
If they talk to me
They know it involve a cost ouhhh
Built on the low for money I'm a fiend
Eco like yeah I puff but bring the beef
It get dark yeah
Know it get rough but be the breeze

Patience and practice
Practice paper last
I ain't chasing the duffel
Bitch I am the bag
Over board and I'm moving broader that's a stack
We ain’t like them they won’t ever last
Fear of god on me this 30 bands
Bitch I’m with Ka$h and we making cash
40 on me cause I Earned it I splurge it and dash

Posted in 21st century palaces
Fucking on actresses dozing off activist
When you get money you can help but act like this

Run his pockets take his weed like a narco
I am God gifted and I am in God mode
Lighting rockets smoke alone I don’t pass hoe
Only come out in the night like it’s dark mode

Finger on the trigger looking for meal tickets
Mere digits don’t do enough I need 6 figures
6 bitches switch up em like i rolled 6 swishers


Writer/s: Kelsy Minaar, Lincoln Whitby