pack @ night

Lyrics

[Intro] Maajins [Verse 1] Oh, I had to get right Oh, I had to get right (C'mon) Oh, I had to get right Oh, I had to get right Oh, I had to get right Lil' nigga, I'm up, out of spite Lil' nigga, watch me ball Yeah, real quick, had to up my height, uh-uh I get my bitch a new haul, yeah I get the pack at night, mh-yeah Brand new coupe lookin' bizarre, yo Same with yo' chain, it's some moissanite How 'bout you bumpin' my voice tonight, oh yeah I'm up with the boys tonight I stay wit' the flame, like a torch, I'm kickin' yo door Had to abort, bitch, I gotta record Lil' nigga at me or you get ignored He-He walkin' round with his head down Give his whip sprayed down, he in a Honda Accord That bread one thing I don't play 'bout Yeah, bread is one thing I don't play 'bout Yeah, 12 one thing I don't play 'bout Yeah, I'm droppin' a tape, it's a stakeout Yeah, ended up with yo ho, had to make out (Mh) You get tapped in yo' head with that pape' out We tryna cook, yeah, she tryna shake I'm in that lab, where I'm finna bake How I'm sendin' 'em up, nigga, look at they face Yeah, I'm in the spot right now I'm with lil' Wa right now, uh (Yeah) 23, give me my crown Ever since then, like, he ain't been around Feel like I'm everywhere, like I'm a noun Posted up with Merryweather punchin' Mayweather Pack too loud, can't turn that shit down They left me alone, had to send by the pound Re-Real nigga shit, need to put down the cup I'm in the Dune Buggy, this track ain't enough Give me a stick and I'm killin' the Klux Bitch, I'm settin' shit off, I ain't settin' shit up Ask for my bread, I'm hangin' it up Ask for my bread, I'm hangin' it up New coupe, crash test, I'm bangin' it up You was good with the rock, why you bangin' it up? C'mon New high rise, yeah, these niggas can't compare Yeah, he tryna beef on a live, these fuck niggas been there, done there Fuck nigga been there, done there These fuck niggas been there, c'mon [Bridge] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 2] That shit goin' out of the park (Maajins) Get him tapped, cart Throw that bowl, dart Let me stop playin', these niggas is wack Can't fuck with that kid, tell that boy, "Stop the act" I'm with the bread, he get hot, like, relax Bitch, I cop me a gold one, I'm up with Max I cop me a gold one, I'm at the max On spot for the old one Bitin' the cheese, yeah, I know that he told some' I'm in the field, cookin' up with the bando I got my discipline, fuck a holster I'm finna' drip this shit out from the walls up He tryna walk down, he think that he know me Had to do him like old dude, he got his jaw touched