Marc Jay & Yung Simi - NPCs

I'm a gat toting, pistol holding
Southern soldier, Swisher rolling
In the kitchen mixing potions
Psilocybin keeps me folded
Universe been decoded
Planet Earth been remolded
Neo, since my birth reloaded
NPCs, you niggas soulless

Don't know what danger is
Told em please don't play with us
Told her throw some English on my penis
Body languages
Face look just like Venus but Serena, where Uranus is
Kitty having episodes like Kenny, way I'm slaying it

Rolling up, I'm outta pre rolleds
Niggas gassing gave em free smoke
Game the same, ya main the cheat code
Pop his ego thru the peep hole
Turned his posse to the peace corps
Rocket power off the Tito's
Rolling gyros, how a g roll
Slide in face first like I'm Pete rose

Hit her with that you up text
She said for sure boy you up next
Give em hell and throw ups L's
We might just put a hex on lex
Pay respect, erase ya debt
Play my cards like that's a bet
This song writing on ya walls
Like hieroglyphic ancient text

I'm a gat toting, pistol holding
Southern soldier, Swisher rolling
In the kitchen mixing potions
Psilocybin keeps me folded
Universe been decoded
Planet Earth been remolded
Neo, since my birth reloaded
NPCs, you niggas soulless

Don't know what danger is
Told em please don't play with us
Told her throw some English on my penis
Body languages
Face look just like Venus but Serena, where Uranus is
Kitty having episodes like Kenny, way I'm slaying it

Please don't play with us
Can't come thru my city without paying us
I up this drac so dangerous
I fry yo shit like angeldust
It was me, laced, Marc and shiddy
Fuck boys cannot hang with us
Pistol totin, Cali kush we tokin
Don't know what day it is
Nah fuck that
Bro done snuck the semi in the club and he going bust that
She a 10 but fucked the whole team
That bitch a muskrat
Had to vacuum seal it for the smell
This that opp pack
And she know I got big stacks
Put on for my city
Bitch I been did that
This glock 10 split a wig back
Off a pint of molly where he live at
This ain't no fake tris
This that real act
You weren't ever on
Bitch you been wack
She say oh you a shooter now
Bitch I been like this since way back
Finna piss on em where they graves at
Going bully mode
She gon pop thru with her friend
I'm Finna fuck em both
I just popped 4 in the benz
I'm bout to lose control
Going to the moon
I hit the roof
These suicidal doors

Written by:
Marcus Helm Jr, Tyler Pendleton

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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