Artist: Kevin Gates f/ Percy Keith Album: The Luca Brasi Story (Mixtape) Song: Narco Trafficante Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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 sag hood, out the hood I suffer concussions Why receive a past protection, no fumble, touchdown, or nothin, go [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: Percy Keith] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus]