Loud Pack Lyrics

Fuck it with the loud pack

I don't need to hear where the sound at

Two damn beers In a twelve pack

Got another track in the back

Two burners wit the gas

Got a new damn furnace for the ash

Drink it up think it up

And I'm wrinkled up

All washed up

With another damn drink in my cup

Pour it up hit the gas

Hit a pole see the crash

Then I'm waking up back to attack

Like

Shot shot shot

Im'a pop pop pop

Getting all yo' mother fucking guap

Imma rock to the top

See another damn cop at the stop

See the forty cal Glock in my spot

I'm a new damn hot

Got another damn rope with a knot

Bet you waiting until I get damn locked

You can mother fucking stop

When it comes

Get shelled with a shock

Never ever going to God damn rot

Hold up Reality check

She was the one

But then there was a next

Put a pep in your step

Man that bitch was a test

Fool Do you got the strength

To keep pushing yo' reps

Bitch I guess not

Could've flipped but you motherfucking flopped

Maybe that's why you muttering to stop

Can't ever just walk but you keep on with

Your itty bitty talk

All Sizzle

No Steak

No Sauce

No bitch no boss

No fit no costs

If you gonna get something

Don't get no loss

And I'm tired of assuming

I'm a human

Don't know what the fuck I'm doing

Outside with a pussy ass boy like you and

Get a plane and a plan

Get a rock on my hand

Ain't Dwayne it's a Grand

Or 20 fucking bands

But the bitterness sitting with yo' shit like sand

So I'm getting it fitting with yo' bitch like damn

Man i've always been an addict

Never been about it

But I always had it as a habit

But things change

Now they bring blame

To my name

If I'm gonna start it up

Going to get the fame

Cause gang

See the money in the bennies no change

If it ain't a blue strip shits lame

AMG twin flame

Took that shit into the mother fucking drain

Ain't nobody gonna care when you get put into the grave bitch

Fuck it with the loud pack

I don't need to hear where the sound at

Two damn beers In a twelve pack

Got another track in the back

Two burners wit the gas

Got a new damn furnace for the ash

Drink it up think it up

And I'm wrinkled up

All washed up

With another damn drink in my cup

Pour it up hit the gas

Hit a pole see the crash

Then I'm waking up back to attack

Like

Shot shot shot

Im'a pop pop pop

Getting all yo' mother fucking guap

Imma rock to the top

See another damn cop at the stop

See the forty cal Glock in my spot

I'm a new damn hot

Got another damn rope with a knot

Bet you waiting until I get damn locked

You can mother fucking stop

When it comes

Get shelled with a shock

Never ever going to God damn rot Bitch