CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : I Get The Pack
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
Don't come over here, don't come in my zone
Left that boy missin', 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
Ay, 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 set up, home
Put the Glock in my drawers, I'ma clutch my chrome
Beefin' wit' me, know your do's and your don't's
Smokin' on the opp pack, till the weed be gone
Send a diss, get hit, then make a diss song
Stick and my stone, yeah I'm thug 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
Ay, 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
Slam that boy like Shaquille, you get popped like a pill
Boy you know what it is, don't play with this sh*t
You making that bed, you gon' lay in that sh*t
Hotbox the coupe, we gon' spray in that sh*t
See a rapper, and diss, snatch the p of a neck
Why the f**k I need aim, double D's on this b*t*h
I'm not signing no treaties, I wanna get even
The violence won't stop 'til all of y'all bleedin'
Booted out the drugs and you go do a drill
N***a you a pu**y, next day you gon' squeal
Shot the car up, he got knocked off the wheel
Isn't it funny, you know that we did it
Crack up a sip then we pour up a 4
Make a scene in this b*t*h, get put in my dope
She want semen and d**k, 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
Ay, 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)
(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
Don't come over here, don't come in my zone
Left that boy missin', 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
Ay, 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 set up, home
Put the Glock in my drawers, I'ma clutch my chrome
Beefin' wit' me, know your do's and your don't's
Smokin' on the opp pack, till the weed be gone
Send a diss, get hit, then make a diss song
Stick and my stone, yeah I'm thug 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
Ay, 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
Slam that boy like Shaquille, you get popped like a pill
Boy you know what it is, don't play with this sh*t
You making that bed, you gon' lay in that sh*t
Hotbox the coupe, we gon' spray in that sh*t
See a rapper, and diss, snatch the p of a neck
Why the f**k I need aim, double D's on this b*t*h
I'm not signing no treaties, I wanna get even
The violence won't stop 'til all of y'all bleedin'
Booted out the drugs and you go do a drill
N***a you a pu**y, next day you gon' squeal
Shot the car up, he got knocked off the wheel
Isn't it funny, you know that we did it
Crack up a sip then we pour up a 4
Make a scene in this b*t*h, get put in my dope
She want semen and d**k, 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
Ay, 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)
