Loud Pack
(That kind of shit that make you wanna
Listen to this bitch with your mask on. You heard me)
Pulling up swatting shit have em dropping like some flies
You don't want no smoke; I can see it in your eyes
Lil bro, gone walk you down, aint no question, he gone ride
My demon side the reason I'm alive, blessing in disguise
Get it popping like some oil i be fried
Loud pack and a wrap by myself how I vibe
I done cut too many off. Give em a chance. You know I tried
Niggas die tryna be the middleman pick a side
Passenger in the whip or a hearse pick a ride
It aint safe get inside; better run away like brides
I dont wanna be a businessman man no more. I'm cutting ties
But I'm still on my shit; they aint realize I'm that guy
Spooky season, I send out my demons; they aint trick or treating
Comeback season took too many l's; I cannot repeat it
Street shit come with a contract; them nigga's did not read it
Loud pack catch a contact, you better stop breathing
If i aint the goat in this, then I'm the closet thing you get to it
Procrastinate for what I smoke a blunt, and then I get to it
Smart enough to know better, but don't mean I wont get stupid
They first words be tough shit; they last words be don't do it
Move the way you move and you gone crash for real, you dummy
Niggas moving blind like Stevie Wonder; I done seen it coming
Karma right around the corner, you aint fast enough to be running
All or nothing, take it all, and leave that fuck nigga with nothing
If it's that, then it's that shorty, let me blow your back
Balling go back to back I'm just padding up my stats
My background trap I can't be friendly with no rat
Come in, you hear a snap; he aint never coming back
Aint no way I can lack because my skin color black
Take a couple steps forward; they gone push a nigga back
Railroad I'm back on track, monopoly man, running with that sack
They tried to blitz get off my sack
You gone need way more than that
We aint coming back till the tank on E
We aint coming back till the blick empty
We aint coming back till we get what we need
We aint coming back till we get who we need
We aint coming back till the tank on E
We aint coming back till the blick empty
We aint coming back till we get what we need
We aint coming back till we get who we need
Listen to this bitch with your mask on. You heard me)
Pulling up swatting shit have em dropping like some flies
You don't want no smoke; I can see it in your eyes
Lil bro, gone walk you down, aint no question, he gone ride
My demon side the reason I'm alive, blessing in disguise
Get it popping like some oil i be fried
Loud pack and a wrap by myself how I vibe
I done cut too many off. Give em a chance. You know I tried
Niggas die tryna be the middleman pick a side
Passenger in the whip or a hearse pick a ride
It aint safe get inside; better run away like brides
I dont wanna be a businessman man no more. I'm cutting ties
But I'm still on my shit; they aint realize I'm that guy
Spooky season, I send out my demons; they aint trick or treating
Comeback season took too many l's; I cannot repeat it
Street shit come with a contract; them nigga's did not read it
Loud pack catch a contact, you better stop breathing
If i aint the goat in this, then I'm the closet thing you get to it
Procrastinate for what I smoke a blunt, and then I get to it
Smart enough to know better, but don't mean I wont get stupid
They first words be tough shit; they last words be don't do it
Move the way you move and you gone crash for real, you dummy
Niggas moving blind like Stevie Wonder; I done seen it coming
Karma right around the corner, you aint fast enough to be running
All or nothing, take it all, and leave that fuck nigga with nothing
If it's that, then it's that shorty, let me blow your back
Balling go back to back I'm just padding up my stats
My background trap I can't be friendly with no rat
Come in, you hear a snap; he aint never coming back
Aint no way I can lack because my skin color black
Take a couple steps forward; they gone push a nigga back
Railroad I'm back on track, monopoly man, running with that sack
They tried to blitz get off my sack
You gone need way more than that
We aint coming back till the tank on E
We aint coming back till the blick empty
We aint coming back till we get what we need
We aint coming back till we get who we need
We aint coming back till the tank on E
We aint coming back till the blick empty
We aint coming back till we get what we need
We aint coming back till we get who we need
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