Pack Hitler Lyrics

This some young, rich, real shit

This ain't Call of Duty, but off the percs, I got high alert

Brody pass the Uzi, grab the wheel, he gon' drive the vert

AT love to burn the rubber, he gon' make the tires skirt

Show her something she ain't ever seen and gave her mind a squirt

Ayy, bitch, I guess I'm like that

My choppa love to touch dudes like it's Mike Jack

Brodie stole the Scat and he said he'd give it right back

Bitch, I'm the punch king, you can't really fight back

Give y'all enough time, you ain't even like me yet

Every shot, like a Nike check

Bitch, finna catch a cold cause my icy neck

She was tryna fuck, oh, that's your wifey bet

Ayy, this ain't black entertainment

I'm with the same day ones that I came with (gang)

Could throw me in the cell, I wouldn't write a statement (fact)

Remember days I was trappin' out my basement

Basic bitch and she rockin' Fashion Nova (what)

I can't really fuck her if I do and I get to know her (why)

Brodie really had a lease a whip, I guess he Mona

A-A-A-T skirtin' off when cops pull us over (ayy)

Hit it last week and she sayin' her back still hurt

I don't fight a bitch, but I'm prayin' the straps still work

Gave him fake pills, yeah, I did him like Mac Miller

Bud smellin' hella gas, bitch, I'm the pack Hitler (ayy)

This ain't Call of Duty, but off the percs, I got high alert

Brodie pass the Uzi, grab the wheel, he gon' drive the vert

AT love to burn the rubber, he gon' make the tires skirt

Show her something she ain't ever seen and gave her mind a squirt

Ayy, bitch told me pull up when her dad home

He knowing I'm the plug, that's why I got mad phones

Then I took her to the bed and broke her backbone

2023 about opinions, where the facts gone

I don't motherfuckin' know

But I serve for the low (bitch)

Spinnin' whips, yeah, I love when it snow

Playin' bingo with the opps, caught five in a row

Did it in halftime, like Riri

Goin' to the smoke shop, where's the habibi

You don't got a dope spot, you sellin' seaweed

Not an addict in denial, bitch, I really need weed

Run it back, run it back, Devin Hester

You was class clown, now you a jester

I don't go through a phone, I'mma test her

Five stars on my ass, need to call Lester

Shit, or call AT

Went from NOLA to LA, feel like AD

I'm a ball for my sons, feel like KD

I'mma pass bro the pack, Tom Brady

This ain't Call of Duty, but off the percs, I got high alert

Brody pass the Uzi, grab the wheel, he gon' drive the vert

AT love to burn the rubber, he gon' make the tires skirt

Show her something she ain't ever seen and gave her mind a squirt

Ayy, damn, I guess I'm like that

My choppa love to touch dudes like it's Mike Jack

Brodie stole the Scat and he said he'd give it right back

Bitch, I'm the punch king, you can't really fight back

You won't last a damn fuckin' round, pussy