Pack to the Future ft. Lil Cree Cree Lyrics

Spotted in the car when he rollin we go and heat the seats

That boy dressing foul, sporting puma and And 1s on the feet

Try to run he ducking the bullets gat it gone make him crease

Feel like Ryu with the uppercut I knock him out his fleece

Don't debate it I'm the fucking greatest

If I miss an album and I'm still the latest

If I kill a pussy I'm a fucking sadist

When I empty my pockets I'm feeling weightless

I never wanted to go to the league

Number one overall seed

The blicky gone ring on his bell like it's creed

I roll up to shoot on a steed

We got the checks but ain't finished we still gone cash em out

I got that ice in my veins you know I'ma splash em down

Tsunami waves from the pendant this ain't no drip or drown

He caught a right and saw double like he was sipping brown

We gone lock shit down San Quentin it's a blick around

Chicken man, always bout my sack like I'm Nino Brown

Barrels up making sounds we sending shots, we sending rounds

We gone carve his name into cement that pussy grave bound

Babano maneuver I got that boy for his VV's

Night fever he can't stay alive he the Beegee's

Used to get C's D's started selling CDs

All grape sneaks thought I never C me in Ds

He gone get a metal to his face for the boast

Wack the whole clique with a dot on the scope

Crack the whole team, mean the D and the O

Come in like the Chancellor, came in with the force

He said he want smoke we run the fade he get chopped up

Timing like the middle school janitor he get mopped up

Know I got the lines on deck like a patio

Bitch I'm on a path to get the green that's where the caddy goes

Hit brodie bean refried with the bow

We don't get chased get the pigs for the roast

He gon P.O.P.P.E.D on G.O.D

I tuck the blammer leave a mess and I left em with PTSD