Flying high

Intro)

Huntdoug...

Yeah...

Let’s get it...

(Hook)

Narcos dreams, money dirty but it gleam

Whippin' work in the trap, stackin' cream

Life ain’t sweet, got the Glock with the beam

Every night prayin’ I don’t make the screen

(Verse 1)

Whip game vicious, stove talk fluent

Came from the gutter, now the Benz translucent

Bricks on the backseat, life like a movie

Judge wanna cage me, feds wanna do me

No handouts, just grams and a plan

Mom cried tears when they took my man

Street code deep, can’t fold, can’t bend

Either end up rich or it’s six feet end

Dope in the duffel, soul on the edge

Plug from the south, we meet on the ledge

Grew up with wolves, got stripes like a ref

Never trust love, it’s the game to the death

(Hook)

Narcos dreams, money dirty but it gleam

Whippin' work in the trap, stackin' cream

Life ain’t sweet, got the Glock with the beam

Every night prayin’ I don’t make the screen

(Verse 2)

Came up flippin’ — eighths to a kilo

Now I talk numbers with the plug on a speedboat

Ten toes down, never ran from a Rico

Still got pain, pop a perk for the reload

Talk slick? You get ghosted, no Snapchat

Youngin' in the hood with a MAC in his backpack

Trust no soul, seen fam turn to rats

Betrayal in the air like the kush in the back

Roll with the demons, sip dirty with angels

Riskin' it all for the chains and the bangles

Heart went cold, now my smile feel fake

But I still chase bands like I’m dodgin’ the jakes

(Hook)

Narcos dreams, money dirty but it gleam

Whippin' work in the trap, stackin' cream

Life ain’t sweet, got the Glock with the beam

Every night prayin’ I don’t make the screen