Narcolepsy (feat. ASN Elmo, ASN Steez & ASN Roe)

I'm bouta ad lib Man f*ck what y'all talking bout niggas You get high off my aroma, I be wreaking from the reefer Niggas say they smoking gas, I blowing on this ether Every word I speak is holy, swear I coulda been a preacher (Bless Em) Know some niggas in that field, and some watching from the bleachers (Ball Game) Nîggas down bad broke as hell, playing blackjack (Bum) I be in the hood, making serves in a black cat I can't f*ck with her, can't be trusted, cuz that bitch a rat (Rat ass bitch) Priorities in life, move the bag, have yo fun last Cozy in all rooms the doc think I got narcolepsy Shake her dark ass up and make her squirt just like a Pepsi (She fizzing) Before I make a move, I had to hit 'em with a hesi I think my girl cute, but I know the bag is sexy (Fine ass) Nigga claim he bang could give a f*ck about his set Ain't a dog you just a puppy, gon' head say it wit ya chest Nigga talking loud now, but he don't really know what's next Post outside a nigga crib ain't taking kindly to no threat (We bouta see) The main challenge to this shit, is to keep 'em out yo business Bitches love to hop on dick, just because they see you winning Only one thing on my mind when I wake up, let's go get it (Cmon) And remember you'll be starting from the back fight to finish Sent a bow to her house, cause I know that she a purist But I'm pragmatic, guess my life a have you curious Fast on the road, and the rage is something furious When yo foot on the gas just make sure the driver fearless We got raunchy fast music, bet she shake her ass to it Got my niggas off the shrooms, they think I'm a bad influence She only get a couple rounds, why? Cuz I got bad endurance I just did a hit and run, I hope that bitch had insurance One day, turbo Benz sedan, in the hills Ima throw some cartis on, to distinguish fake from real (Cartier) This is not the great debate, pay the price, ain't no deals She ask me why I drive the Germans, I like the way they make me feel This shit crazy, ima tell the story, this shit getting raw How the f*ck you tryna pay 25 for a eighth of za (Broke nigga) Niggas so damn weak, then complaining when the weed ass F*ck up all that talking, ain't no talk show, get up get a bag He can't cop an 8 ball without my cue Don't be petting on my dog, bitch you know this ain't no zoo She sick of going with the flow, but I told her it's the flu Loading up tracer rounds, told that nigga don't get blue Me and my niggas sick as f*ck, I don't think that they cure it Had to tap in with my Unk, cuz the dope he got the purest (Okay) Know the weed exotic as f*ck, like that shit came from Honduras Yo bitch in every nigga hood, you woulda thought she was tourist Boolin' in the burbs with the moms, eating Haagen Dazs (This shit good) Getting to the money in the end, is the biggest prize (First place) Baby I'm a dog, don't believe me, I will leave you crying Don't believe in chemistry with you, I always questioned science I'ont need a stylist why these niggas tryna address me (Back the f*ck up) Doctor with the clips got my PHD like Jerry (Productions) Can't get high with you 'cause I know you smoking Larry Can't get 'High' with 'U' because it's Hugh (Larry Hughes nigga) Can't get high with you 'cause you put your shit in Swishers Classy hoes sip wine, yours a slut, she gulp liquor She let salt bae feed her, and you went home and kissed her (Goofy ass) Yelling 'FREE MY MANS', he went in for stealing Snickers Bitch I be high, I ain't got time for yo games Bitch I be high, know her body not the name Thought the bitch was a dime, but she really loose change If I lost or won it all, guarantee that I would change (I promise) She say I ain't shit, I'm tryna be Say she don't suck dick, stop lying to me I just want the guts bitch, honestly Do the bitch got friends, I'm tryna see (Put them hoes on the flo' mayne) Have the whole city turnt up off some real weed I'm double sticked up like the letter 'F'