Get Tha Pack Lyrics

I get the pack and stack it up

Run it up, opp niggas know they not catching up

They cannot fuck with us

Cut it out

Slime em' out, wet em' up

If it go up, it's stuck

Pop up like a jack inna box

Glock tucked case a nigga run up

Case a nigga run up

Me and my dawgs

And we want it all

Run up on me then I'm letting it off

Beam on, wit the switch on the jawn

100 shots, put them boys in a morgue

We up on the score

Saying you want beef

You saying the wrong thing

Know I got it on me

My gang gon OD

I call up Foedy

G-Lock 17, it's on him

30 shots sound like a beat box

Turn that fuck nigga to a doedee

Jiggs, that be my roadie

When I was homeless

Brodi used to sneak me inna spot

Fed me when I was hungry

Old homies was telling on me

Switched up and I can't lie, that shit it hurt me

I had to clip off the phonies

Got shot at for frauds, that wasn't my problem

I still was on it

Behind my back them niggas squashed it

Started rocking, fucking with the opps

Swear to god niggas corny

That's why I keep my circle tight

Either you wit me or against me

I ain't got the time to wonder now

These bitches foul

Gotta watch ya back

Cuz m'fuckas quick to turn around

Stab you, shoot you

Rob you, maybe even rat

Beefing over nothing

They just mad cuz you running up a sack, in the trap

Make sure you hugging on ya strap

Depression kicking

Pop a perkie cuz I gotta relax

These niggas try me, 'pply that pressure nigga, rat a tat

100 shots that'a hit your back

30 on me nigga

I don't even wanna rap

I get the pack and stack it up

Run it up, opp niggas know they not catching up

They cannot fuck with us

Cut it out

Slime em' out, wet em' up

If it go up, it's stuck

Pop up like a jack inna box

Glock tucked case a nigga run up

Case a nigga run up

Me and my dawgs

And we want it all

Run up on me then I'm letting it off

Beam on, wit the switch on the jawn

100 shots, put them boys in a morgue

We up on the score

Saying you want beef

You saying the wrong thing

Know I got it on me