Pack

[Intro]
I mean, any way you add it up, right
We can come positive (Gangsta Grillz)
We can come negative
Don't matter as long as we pull up (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap, uh-huh)

[Chorus]
Niggas always screamin' smoke
Until you turn 'em to a pack (Uh)
We peeped the play, he sent his bitch
We smacked her up, then sent her back (Uh-huh)
You take some, there's no negotiatin'
We don't want it back
You got twenty-four hours to meet yo maker, bitch
You gettin' whacked (Let's go)
Thirty shots up in the clip, up close
Ain't no hit or miss (Boom boom)
Bussin' with my arm on top my watch
Had to guard my wrist (Boom boom)
Throwin' all these ones across the club
All you hеar is swish
Serve a opp them hollow tips
Just tеll your dawgs don't leave a tip (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1]
Ridin' with them Dracos
Catch a Fabo, make you lean and drop (Uh)
Don't brag about no guns with me
We pulled up with like thirty Glocks (Boom boom)
That heat pop, I'm bussin' 'til the heat stop
I'll crush a nigga re-rock
We cuttin' through like D-Block (Ruff Rydin')
Shootin' shit that sound off like a dump truck when I pull the clutch (Uh)
Flipped 'em out the car, he almost made it, but his leg was stuck
I'm comin' masked up, I come gassed up if I pull a chase (Uh)
Leave you ass up, I couldn't pass up, you was in the way (Uh-huh)
I'm a beast up in the jungle, you the ant behind the rock (Uh, uh)
Got the ball and didn't fumble, the outcome was a icy watch
Icy chain, iced my wrist out, then ice my bitch out (Let's go)
I took seven years on the chin, better not let that snitch out
This shit for real, I won't scare no nigga, but I shoot to kill (Uh)
I'm in the field, bitch, you ain't no gangsta if you finna squeal (Uh)
I'm cold for real, put my wrist around her and she got the chills (Uh)
Had to feel, ass smooth like the head on Lil' Bill

[Chorus]
Niggas always screamin' smoke
Until you turn 'em to a pack (Uh)
We peeped the play, he sent his bitch
We smacked her up, then sent her back (Uh-huh)
You take some, there's no negotiatin'
We don't want it back
You got twenty-four hours to meet yo maker, bitch
You gettin' whacked (Let's go)
Thirty shots up in the clip, up close
Ain't no hit or miss (Boom boom)
Bussin' with my arm on top my watch
Had to guard my wrist (Boom boom)
Throwin' all these ones across the club
All you hear is swish
Serve a opp them hollow tips
Just tell your dawgs don't leave a tip (Uh-huh)