Letra de I Get The Pack - NLE Choppa

Brrt

(CashMoneyAP)

Oh, (Brrt) oh, oh (Ayy)

Brrt, brrt

I get the pack, and I tell it to go

"Can I cop a bowl?", it's already gone

Don't come over here, don't come in my zone

Left that boy missin', now his momma lonely, ayy

Who these niggas?

Ayy, who these niggas?

They ain't on what we be on

Creep at night, campfire at ya home

Ay, approach me with caution, I'm letting you know

I get uncomfortable, I let it blow

My momma say that I be doing the most

Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone

Slide up, pop out, one in his dome

Slide to my base, get set up, home

Put the Glock in my drawers, I'ma clutch my chrome

Beefin' wit' me, know your do's and your don't's

Smokin' on the opp pack, till the weed be gone

Send a diss, get hit, then make a diss song

Stick and my stone, yeah I'm thug to the bone

Thought I was fishing, I keep me a pole, ayy

Who these niggas?

Ayy, who these niggas?

They ain't on what we be on

Creep at night, campfire at ya home

Ay, approach me with caution, I'm letting you know

I get uncomfortable, I let it blow

My momma say that I be doing the most

Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone

Slam that boy like Shaquille, you get popped like a pill

Boy you know what it is, don't play with this shit

You making that bed, you gon' lay in that shit

Hotbox the coupe, we gon' spray in that shit

See a rapper, and diss, snatch the p of a neck

Why the fuck I need aim, double D's on this bitch

I'm not signing no treaties, I wanna get even

The violence won't stop 'til all of y'all bleedin'

Booted out the drugs and you go do a drill

Nigga you a pussy, next day you gon' squeal

Shot the car up, he got knocked off the wheel

Isn't it funny, you know that we did it

Crack up a sip then we pour up a four

Make a scene in this bitch, get put in my dope

She want semen and dick, so it's all in her throat

If I get in that pussy, it's murder she wrote

I get the pack, and I tell it to go

"Can I cop a bowl?", it's already gone

Do not come over here, don't come in my zone

Left that boy missing, now his momma lonely, ayy

Who these niggas?

Ayy, who these niggas?

They ain't on what we be on

Creep at night, campfire at ya home

Ay, approach me with caution, I'm letting you know

I get uncomfortable, I let it blow

My momma say that I be doing the most

Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone

(Yeah)

Got him gone

Mmm

Ayy

NLE The Top Shotta

Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

(Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)

(Mmm, mmm, mmm)

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