Sh!tty Pack

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel? Wouldn't waste a bullet on his ass (You're not making this easy, Kyle) [Verse 1: StanWill] Wouldn't waste a bullet on his ass, I'ma beat him with the Drac' This ain't no fat joke, but Packman'll eat 'em for the pape' Pull up tryna scrap, bet you won't see another day I just caught an opp in Oakland, finna sink him in the Bay Ten racks on this Hutch charm make my neck shiver Unky on the stove, pot scrapin', he a 'Rex whipper Life about playin' your hand, not who deck bigger They'll backstab you, watch your dawgs like a pet sitter Hoes, they'll fold on you, hoes, they'll switch I shot fifty in a second, boy, this pole got the switch Think thе 'Wood bench pressin', boy, it's strong than a bitch Bro'll shred your wholе gang, he like Mone with the blick, huh [Verse 2: TrDee] If you not the gang, don't approach me like you know me 'Cause I got the blicky and might shoot it just like Kobe Wrist been lookin' naked, I might just go get a Rollie Really came from nothin', hold my chain up like a trophy Really stayed down until the whole team came up Only one rule, stay solid, never change up No, I cannot listen to your raps 'cause it's made up No, I did not come to kick it with you, give that brain up Pockets look like Packman, I be workin' like Rihanna Let me know it's smoke, we turn your spot into a fuckin' sauna Oh, let me guess, you can dress because you got designer? Sick you 'came R. Kelly on 'em, tryna fuck a minor [Verse 3: BabyTron] Tuh, you a pedophile Popped a Perc' 10 and poured a four, woke up on 7 Mile Leave the hangar in a PJ just to clear my mind Backstabbers everywhere, can never let 'em near my spine They ain't never seen my shooter face, call him El Chupacabra How you gon' shoot the shottas? I don't really do the drama But I need a script Junkie like an old car don't work, he just need a fix A, B, C, D, E, F, boy, you not no fuckin' G Two-year grind, watch me hustle for a hundred weeks Slime hangin' out the sunroof, only thoughts annihilation Only up for tellin' fairytales, they just be lyin', hatin' [Verse 4: BFB Da Packman] No diamonds on my neck, baby, it's just melanin 'Posed to keep my secrets, why the fuck you tellin' it? I can't come to the White House, they won't let the felons in If she won't suck it for the free, fuck it, baby, sell the head Ain't no secret, if I want it, I'ma trick Flawless cuts in the watch and they keep fuckin' up my wrist Used to do Motel 8s, now I'm fuckin' in The Ritz When Big Meech touch the streets, I'ma serve his ass a brick Delete that last bar, nigga, gotta backspace it Bitch ugly with her makeup off, call that catfacin' Pink 10 in a honey pack got me back breakin' If she always in a hotel, that ho Backpagin' H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O Ooh, you ain't no fuckin' P Ridin' with a transgender Drac', it got double D's In a Lamb' truck, this bitch the same color of bumblebee Buzz, I'll fuck around and sting your ass Why the fuck it stink when you twerk? Need to clean your ass I take care of my kids and I cheat respectfully But if you try to pull a me on me, I'ma leave your ass