New Pack

We finna roll 'em up

Smokin' on opps we got a new pack

I barely even smoke but all that talking get your crew jacked

We pull up at the light let down the window they like who that

We aimed it at his head and so you know we had to shoot that

Bitch

We finna make us a scene

AR-15s and you know it come with a beam

You running up but why your bitch be tryna fuck with the team

You know she love it when I fuck her I be making her sing

Boy you not ready for war you better stay in your lane

My partna' shooting shit like curry so I'm shooting like Dame

You ain't even 'gon see it coming 'cause we shooting from range

We catch you lacking and it's up 'cause we ain't playing no games

I run up on 'em with that fye now why he thought shit was sweet

I got him racing like a track that nigga ain't tryna meet

Do all that talking on the internet take it to the street

We got them big sticks that shit 'gon knock you right off your feet

Uh oh I'm on the beat

Your bitch making me skeet

Go dig your partner up

That nigga he six feet deep

I'm bringing pressure lil nigga yea I stay with the heat

I was down broke all on my ass had to get me a bag

I keep a laser on me nigga if you play you get tagged

Your bitch she all up on my dick

I be making her gag

I got your bitch she on my top

She 'gon fuck for the cash

I'm getting hella high nigga I be smoking on gas

Yea he be smoking on the gas that nigga smoking on strong

That bitch a dog so when I fucked I had to give her the bone

It feel like Madden 'cause these niggas ain't 'gon step in my zone

Bitch I'm the king of this you better not step up to the throne

Uh

Now why that fuck nigga then thought he was ready

We running down on his ass he 'gon get cooked just like spaghetti

Let off a couple shots his ass 'gon get popped like some confetti

And I ain't playing GTA but he'll get hit with the heavy

I'ma rock out with my 'muh fucking glock