Narco Trafficante (feat. Percy Keith) - Kevin Gates feat. Percy Keith

Yo me llamo Luca Brasi

Ughh

Yo mato por nada

Yo tengo muchas pistolas, cabron

Yo tengo cocaina, marijuana, y lo que tu necessita

Numeros bueno

If you having trouble translating

what the fuck I just said, go get Rosetta Stone

Puta, pendejo

Passionate about crack sales,

people wonder if I have a cracked head

See OG and freelow, don't ever call em no crack head

Brap brap, cracked legs, broke ribs, cracked head

Me cleavin' to the white meat, cracked eggs

Pots, pans, still objects, non-stick, district court

Nonsense child support, tryna settle things outta court

Luca brasi a mobster, chill get thrown in ya collarbone

Broken nose and a collarbone, neck look like a xylophone

Sick a being bothered pussy artist you can blast off

When I was broke I was a joke, I couldn't die far

Wrong number, call a bitch, I get the dial tone

Now my dipping game away from getting smiled [?]

Cheeks, cheeks, or should I say no teeth

Been on the streets for 14 months and I ain't miss a beat

White girl wasted, a couple want me to cuddle

Need them bills to pay her bill, she love my lil' brother Chuckie

Booty club transaction in traffic saying they love it

OG car moving blocks boxing impuddle

Down set hut, out the huddle suffer concussions

Wide receiver pass protection,

no fumble, touchdown, or nothin, go

Bitch I run the streets, don't talk to police

Say what's my name perdon mi no habla ingles

Bitch I run the streets, mi no talk to police

Say what's my name perdon mi no habla ingles

Narco trafficante, narco trafficante

Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre

Narco trafficante, narco trafficante

Te quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre

I know I'm the shit like my shit don't have a stench

And all my hoes are ratchet like I don't have a wrench

And all my hoes are in the game like I don't have a bench

And they gimme so much brain, them hoes don't make no sense

And my white girl in the kitchen work her wrist like Rachel Ray

I don't see no black and white, I see 50 shades of grey, yeah

Cocaine and jail, bars story of my life

I got 11 in the car, I hope amigo wrapped 'em right

I don't want these nigga's bitches so I'mma give 'em back to 'em

But they mouth game exclusive, I'm startin' to get attatched to 'em

Bitches on my dick, I got to ask 'em where my dick is

Shout out to my girlfriend, act like you ain't catch it

Benz truck, I'm loving it, I love it so much I fuck in it

Am I tripping or is her pussy talkin',

I swear it just told me to nut in it

Her pussy so tight I'm stuck in it, feel like she still sucking it

I beat it until it young bleed like her, nigga what in it

Bitch I'm fresh up off my grind like a skateboard in this prime

Don't skateboard why lie, couldn't skateboard if I tried

I like trap houses and kitchens and love to fuck with prescriptions

Got a bad bitch and she [?], you'd prolly guess she a stripper

She kinda tall, got a long weave, her thighs thick and she slender

She play men but she really sweet, got pretty teeth and she tender

My mother's Puerto Rican with pistols, illegal tender

I ain't pussy like the son of the one on illegal tender

Gason Donald bitch you play Willy Cooley I get you injured

Went to school, too busy focused on pigeons, we got suspended

Boyfriend ugly, girl I'm too cute to be going duffy

Keep that hifey shit from around me in public, could lead to scufflin'

Free zoah li jamalo while in the Roco republic

Still I thrive in the gutter, missing lives in the jungle

Pair of cleates dirty feet had to improvise when I'm probably

Boobly bumpy on a muscle, can't go aside from the hustle, no