Pack

If it's up bitch it's stuck, yea you know where I'm at
Got the stick in the front, you'll get shot in the back
In my glizzy I trust, yea I'm standing on that
Let his Dawg gas em up, he get turnt to a pack
Too hard, that's a fact, yea these fuck know that
Hop out wit dat gat, step on shit like a door mat
Like lil nigga chill, boy you know you ain't on that
I'm slimey for-real, so you can't get yo hoe back
Yea I'm still the same nigga, but I'm on some new shit
I just dropped my old bitch, and went and bought a new stick
Yea they say you can't teach a old dog new tricks
Locked in wit big nick, shout-out ta new rich
How you fold on ya brother, ye that boy a true bitch
I ain't gotta say shit but I bet the shoe fit
I don't need no lighter, young nigga too lit
Say they word and Im on ya, lil shot too sick

I got hoes in section blowin panna cotta
Spin shit like a DJ, yea let's brang the drama
Like who is them niggas, ain't heard nothing bout em
I'm strapped with that pole, quick to blow like osama
I ain't hiding from shit, ain't no nigga I fear
Still will slide with that blick, boy let's get this shit clear
Once I smash, hit dat gas, left that hoe in the rear
He got caught in that flash, and froze up like a dear.
Got hit wit that red light
Fuck with shawty, her head right
Say it once, I won't say it twice
My youngins spinning like every night
They hit my dog wit that fed time
Double R, bitch that's redline
Pocket full of them dead guys
Shot gonna fuck em up every-time
Step hard when it's pressure, can't fuck with me nigga
You talking bout it's up, well it's stuck wit me nigga
Im stamped wit dis shit, you're a wanna be hitta
My gang or no gang, and ain't nobody realer
Like fuck that boy split em, he ain't of my mine, I don't feel em
Think he a loose screw, we gonna drill em
We slide with intention, you try and get hit from a distance
I'm letting off shots wit precision
I ain't going for nothing, get you're shit bussed
On the low, you a hoe, you ain't did nothing
Know I stay wit that heat like the damn sun
If he reach catch a shot, that's a and-1
We got smoke by the ton, tell em get some
Think bout crossin the line we gonna blitz em
Pussy try, Ima up till I hit some
Fox 5, he get turned to a victim

If it's up bitch it's stuck, yea you know where I'm at
Got the stick in the front, you'll get shot in the back
In my glizzy I trust, yea I'm standing on that
Let his Dawg gas em up, he get turnt to a pack
Too hard, that's a fact, yea these fuck know that
Hop out wit dat gat, step on shit like a door mat
Like lil nigga chill, boy you know you ain't on that
I'm slimey for-real, so you can't get yo hoe back
Yea I'm still the same nigga, but I'm on some new shit
I just dropped my old bitch, and went and bought a new stick
Yea they say you can't teach a old dog new tricks
Locked in wit big nick, shout-out ta new rich
How you fold on ya brother, ye that boy a true bitch
I ain't gotta say shit but I bet the shoe fit
I don't need no lighter, young nigga too lit
Say they word and Im on ya, lil shot too sick