Pack Touchdown ft. OG Boobie Black Lyrics

Looking at the Track

And Yeah the Pack Touched Down

I'm about to Bust it Open

And I'm about to Break it Down

My Plug up in Chinatown

Says he Good with the Brown

You niggas say you Street

But don't Ever be Around

Looking at my Rollie

It's about that Time

I Got to Kill this nigga

Cause He Drop that Dime

You niggas Know what's Happening

I'ma Take what's Mine

You bitches Know the Business

Better Stay in Line

I Keep the Strap on my Hip

That shit Looks like a Pager

I am Talking about a Gun so Big

That i Can Kill an Avenger

Bullets to Erase your Face

You gonna Remain a Stranger

Every Time I Pass by

Mystical Screaming Danger

Who would of Knew

That I Got the White

Cheaper than a Jew

Color Blind

But I See the Green

And I See the Blues

Stick up kid I'ma Stick em Up

Just like Glue

Shoutout Sniper Gang

Cause i am a Jackboy 2

Dont tell Me Stories bout No Money

Cause to Me that shit is Boring

I'm a Hustler

My Phone keeps Ringing

While i am Recording

Ama Player in the Game

And my niggas Always Scoring

Am the Energizer Bunny

Bitch I Got to Keep on Going

How you Duck the FEDS

When them niggas Caught El Chapo?

How is it that You a Hustler

But Living like a Capo?

How you Pistol Whip a nigga

Until his Face Looks like a Taco?

I'm like Winning if You Play with Me

That shit like the Lotto

Looking at the Track

And Yeah the Pack Touched Down

I'm about to Bust it Open

And I'm about to Break it Down

My Plug up in Chinatown

Says he Good with the Brown

You niggas say you Street

But don't Ever be Around

Looking at my Rollie

It's about that Time

I Got to Kill this nigga

Cause He Drop that Dime

You niggas Know what's Happening

I'ma Take what's Mine

You bitches Know the Business

Better Stay in Line

Keep it in the Streets

Don't Put them People in Our Business

You niggas Say you Gangsters

But you Mother Fucking bitches

I be Drinking Lean

They Say it's Bad for my Kidneys

Got Forgiato's on the Foreign

And the Tires Skinny

I'm from the Murder City

Got a Choppa Shooting 50

I Mind my fucking Business

I don't Give a fuck Who Did it

Yeah nigga Got his Body Twisted

Cause He was a Witness

I Hear No Evil

See No Evil

Speak No Evil bitches

Yeah I'm Living Different

I don't fuck with Nothing Flaw

My Banger Strapped with Me

When I'm Riding in my Car

I'm Pulling up I Play War

I Send some Shots at You niggas

Bitch I'm OG Boobie Black

I'll Send you to the Grave Digger

Real nigga bitch I'm Stamped

I got Killa's in my Camp

When I Hit the fucking Club

I'll be Lit up like a Lamp

Bitch I'm Stacking up my Money

I ain't Tricking to them Tramps

Yeah I'm Winning in the Game

I'm the Mother Fucking Champ

Looking at the Track

And Yeah the Pack Touched Down

I'm about to Bust it Open

And I'm about to Break it Down

My Plug up in Chinatown

Says he Good with the Brown

You niggas say you Street

But don't Ever be Around

Looking at my Rollie

It's about that Time

I Got to Kill this nigga

Cause He Drop that Dime

You niggas Know what's Happening

I'ma Take what's Mine

You bitches Know the Business

Better Stay in Line