Chris Webby – Narco Lyrics

Narco Lyrics By Chris Webby

All the money that I bring in
All the moves that I make
All the bells that I’m ringing
sh*t don’t ever sink in
Living life on the edge with the bread of a cartel kingpin

Now it’s a**et, coppin’ and stock options
From dead broke with a scheme plottin’
Now I’m the Plug like Ree Thompson
That rap crackin’, them fiends watchin’ so

Ándale, ándale
Get out of my f*cking way
Just listen to what I say (what I say)
Too dirty, describe a way
And that kid taking off like it’s f*cking Columbus day, oh
Let ’em all know
That microphone killer, that’s a cardio
Figure out all of this sh*t as I go
And then throw on deuces, so b*tch adiós

I’ve been feeling like a Narco, Narco
And I really been a hard bro, y’all know
Sure do make a man hardcore, Fargo
But now I’m on the beach with a bad little Margot Robbie
Watch me, I be slidin’
Moving on nap, toss, score, they behind me
Future so bright, it could f*ck-up, run and blind me
You don’t wanna try me

I’ve been feeling like a Narco (Narco)
All this money that I blow (blow)
Living like there’s no tomorrow, yeah
But this sh*t is all I know (know)
Yeah, I’m feeling like a Narco
Keep my business on the low
Been a hustle on this long road, yeah
But this sh*t is all I know (it’s all I know, Narco)

Hop out of the V
Would you rather the guts, I’ve feeling like Pablo (awesome)
And half of they H*es in the grotto, it’s nothing
You think it’s a brothel, I got ’em f*cking (yeah)
My mind is disgusting, my diamonds is crumplin’
I’m Tony Montana when I get the dump
Stay out my circumference, my pocket’s slump
Snatch all up on ’em like somebody punch

I built it from nothing
Where was you at? I was down at my lowest
A world full of concrete and I had to grow with it
Paid to connect now I don’t leave it on
I’m lit like a candle and she wanna blow it
Cake in her face like a birthday
I told her, “Feliz cumpleaños”
I fall like I’m random, I’m trappin’ for annual
Hunnid been stashed in a wall in the baño

I’ve been feelin’ like Alejandro
In this concrete jungle like the Congo
And my shooter got a drum not a bongo
And my side b*tch stashed it in a Condo
Tricks to believe, they didn’t believe
My wrist is a freeze, mine is fifty degrees
Life is a b*tch and this b*tch on her knees
I don’t need the drugs, they addicted to me

I’ve been feeling like a Narco (I’ve been feeling like a Narco)
All this money that I blow (all this money that I blow)
Living like there’s no tomorrow, yeah (living like there’s no tomorrow)
But this sh*t is all I know (but this sh*t is all I know)
Yeah, I’m feeling like a Narco
Keep my business on the low
Been a hustle on this long road, yeah
But this sh*t is all I know

I’ve been feeling like a Narco
Yeah, I’ve been feeling like a Narco
I’ve been feeling like a Narco
Yeah, I’ve been feeling like a
I’ve been feeling like a
Narco