Pack Animal

Yeah
The devil let me know church on Sunday

Rest In Piss don't trust you
Gangbang shit might rush you
Got young niggas to hush you
Play with my money, then its fuck you

Fuck you

I did dirt that shit ugly
Moving packs and getting money
Getting fat but I'm still hungry
The devil let me know church on Sundays

AK's choppin let the streets talk
Pole be moppin' imma street shark

Big ol' scale like a see saw
Still rocken ice when the streets hot

Bee Bop and Rocksteady
You know my Glock ready
Break bread that blood money
Break heads that yoke runny

Headshot enemies like threes
I'm on Hennessy and trees
I'm on Percocet and lean
I'm with demons murder fiends

Turn on yo T.V.
This a murder scene
These aint sixteens
This a murder spree

Been on it an you know where its at
We run with the wolves in the night like a pack pack
Blowin this reefer we chiefen it best
Stayen on the grind all the time thats the facts

All of these rappers get murked
Every time that we came threw
Bongman gang every day or fuck you
Fuck you

38 straight to the dome
In the zone
Getting stoned doin shows
On the road with the bros

Put a 30 round mag
In the front of a house
Cuz a Motherfucker went around
Runnin his mouth

Villainous rhyme put the venom inside
I'm the infamous killa with limitless vybe

Just got back from the 916
Northside up, what the fuck you mean?

I roll with the pack I'm a Mac like Dre
Busten out the frame with a rap in the Ashtray

B.M.G
Gunna hit em with the rhythm
And a little bit of wisdom
On a hard ass beat

Gunna fuck your bitch with an A.R.15
Then pass her around to the whole damn team

Been on it an you know where its at
We run with the wolves in the night like a pack pack
Blowin this reefer we chiefen it best
Stayen on the grind all the time thats the facts

I'll be doin me homie
Forget what you feel
I've been in the trenchs militant for real
Smoking on this mota and trying to chill
These days seems like alot fake prevails
I stay on my grind or the oil don't sell
Put 28 in my hand and we eating well
Here in the streets this respects known
From my G's and my fam as I'm rollin this zone
I'm up in my head like this money will grow
I've planted the seed an the works gone show
I'm up outta this peice stacking cheese
Like a breeze home boy
And this ain't a game
Been one the same this native won't change
I stay in my lane swearve dip the rest
We smoke this reefer like a bullet to the chest
Drop kick liu kang and pass the rest

Been on it an you know where its at
We run with the wolves in the night like a pack pack
Blowin this reefer we chiefen it best
Stayen on the grind all the time thats the facts



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Writer(s): Edwin Banning, Javan Jordan, Jesse A Bennett
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