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I Get The Pack (Who These Niggas)
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NLE Choppa
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Brrt (CashMoneyAP) Oh, (Brrt) oh, oh (Ayy) Brrt, brrt I get the pack, and I tell it to go "Can I cop a bowl?", it's already gone Do not come over here, don't come in my zone Left that boy missing, now his momma lonely, ayy "Who these n***as?" Ayy, "Who these n***as?" They ain't on what we be on Creep at night, campfire at ya home Approach me with caution, I'm letting you know I get uncomfortable, I let it blow My momma say that I be doing the most "Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone." Slide up, pop out, one in his dome Slide to my base, get setup, home Put the Glock in my drawers, imma clutch my chrome Beefin' wit' me, know you losin' your dome Smokin' on the opp pack, till the weed be gone Saying, "This sh*t hit", then make a diss song Stick and my stone, done fell to the bone Thought I was fishing, I keep me a pole, ayy "Who these n***as?" Ayy, "Who these n***as?" They ain't on what we be on Creep at night, campfire at ya home Approach me with caution, I'm letting you know I get uncomfortable, I let it blow My momma say that I be doing the most "Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone." Pull out to kill, get popped like a pill You know what it is, we don't play with this sh*t You make any face, you gon' lay in that sh*t Hop out the coupe, we gon' spray any sh*t See a rapper, and diss, snatch the p of a neck "Why the f**k I need aim?", double d**ks on the stick My shottas at trees, I wanna get even The violence won't stop till all of y'all peeled Booted of the drugs and you go do a drill N***a you a pu**y, next day you gon' squeal I shot the car up, he got knocked off the wheel Isn't it funny well know what we did Crack up a sip then we pour up a 4 Make it sing in this b*t*h, get put in my dope Tryna sink in this b*t*h, so it's all in her throat If I get in that pu**y, it's murder she wrote I get the pack, and I tell it to go "Can I cop a bowl?", it's already gone Do not come over here, don't come in my zone Left that boy missing, now his momma lonely, ayy "Who these n***as?" Ayy, "Who these n***as?" They ain't on what we be on Creep at night, campfire at ya home Approach me with caution, I'm letting you know I get uncomfortable, I let it blow My momma say that I be doing the most "Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone." (Yeah) Got him gone Mmm Ayy NLE The Top Shotta Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda) (Mmm, mmm, mmm)
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