Lyrics Charla De Drogas - Nario Da Don

Yeah
I'm a finesser
Damn I just finessed jit
And that's on God and them

I put that on God and them (trap trap trap trap)
I'm a real trap nigga (trap)
Yeah uh
I came up from dimes I finessed him he like why

My plug gave me high five he know money on my mind
My grandma think I'm lying she know I be selling pies
She stay "stop selling drugs"
I say "grandmama I tried"

I be in the trap I just let auntie hit a line
She think she can fly now she trippin' when she high
Keep a loaded nine play with me then you gon' die
Made a plea for 25 now they like "that man outside"

He want a zip of yay I charge that man like 19.5
The price is really high it ain't nothing like '95
Just made like 25 and didn't even have to drive
I lost it all tonight and ain't gon' lie I almost cried

Niggas switching sides for money they up their pride
Bitches filled with lies I got 'em all hypnotized
I just text a ride cause he from the other side
It's a homicide play with me yo momma die

Jays at the door they knockin let them all inside
We hit the government for 100 a Nobel prize
Digital trapping they call it white collar crime
Next nigga play with me his whole family getting archived

I finessed them I'm like haha that choppa go lalalala
I got rich of them lows but super rich off of zaza
Yeah I get 'em for the low but I sell them lil' bitches high high
I found a new plug and told my old one bitch bye bye

I came up from dimes I finessed him he like why
My plug gave me high five he know money on my mind
My grandma think I'm lying she know I be selling pies
She stay "stop selling drugs" I say "grandmama I tried"

I be in the trap I just let auntie hit a line
She think she can fly now she trippin' when she high
Keep a loaded nine play with me then you gon' die
Made a plea for 25 now they like "that man outside"

He say "charle esta drogas"
I say "hey just come again"
If you buy 20 from me I might front you another 10
I say "bet let's do it then" I'm gon' cop me another Benz

Screaming "Free John Doe again" til they let him right out the pen
We tote guns bitch no we don't fight freestylers no we don't write
OG Skywalker and Cookies two different phenotypes
And if it's trimmed right it smoke
better not trimmed then we don't buy

Red dots all over your body ain't no mosquito bite
I think lil' wodie he the police he's telling on all his homies
To me Runtz is overrated my people in love with OG
He say he want him a brick I'ma shoot this bitch like I'm Kobe

His sister she on drugs well that bitch come and scope me
Traphouse look like a luau I bought a lil' .32 out
I just made a quick 10,000 I'm starving I made her cool out
She touch my lil' Pyrex pot so I smacked her and told her "do not"

We just got a trap they kicked in this bitch and we moved out
I came up from dimes I finessed him he like why
My plug gave me high five he know money on my mind
My grandma thinks I'm lying she know I be selling pies

She stay "stop selling drugs" I say "grandmama I tried"
I be in the trap I just let auntie hit a line
She think she can fly now she trippin' when she high
Keep a loaded nine play with me then you gon' die

Made a plea for 25 now they like "that man outside"