The Pack Attack (feat. Sada Baby & FMB DZ)

Droopy on the beat Hmm... Full load in my load I won't leave it with you If you broke we move dope and I'm eating with you Rob your ass, what the world meaning to you 40 on me make me put this Earl Stevens to you Oh we got mollie, cocaine and heroin He thought he got it for a pint there was K roll in it Too much pimping my veins can't hate no nigga If you ain't in my gang, you ain't my nigga Hit me when you outside Get the sucka offsides Why y'all nigga cross lines just to get it there Meet me on the dark side Hit me with the 4-5 Whole gang gonna slide if we take it there They fly oh yeah... Land, land, The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack I got a plan, a plan? The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack It's the pack attack Balenciaga shoe box, lump sums in large amounts I grew that shit now I got savings and checking accounts From a eight of them flowers to a pick of Europa Same hustle, different products just trying to get over The institution of the streets will have them rush ya' I got octopus arms, reach out and touch ya' Any place I plant my feet, I told her toasty Wrap a sucker up, fold him just like ravioli Stay in the car, I ain't got time for carpool karaoke This ain't musical chairs hoe, this ain't no hokey pokey The pack has just landed 06:30 sharp, a.m Sent the bitch to receive down at the other end Semi, semi, semi, semi, semi, semi RIding with the hemmy, hemmy, hemmy, hemmy It's ugly it ain't pretty Sending it back on pack attack to your city, biaaach They 'bout to la-a-a-a-a-and Land, land, land, land The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack I got a plan, a plan? The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack It's the pack attack Boss landed, all we need's a address I'm a million dollar nigga, I got assets Put your bitch on the road, tell her cash that Blue cooking enchilada is the best bet Every nigga want war, you know we stress that We gon' pull up with them choppers and a hatchback I just let go the sun and my neck dance My little bitch drinking a dub, she just left Lancet Put her right back on a roll she just go the cancer Bitch keep asking all these questions like I got the answers 50 niggas I know, man i bled like the black panthers 2-2-3 struck you down, you shoulda ran faster I put a quarter on my wrist just for speaking words I put a tracker on my bitch thanks to them birds My nigga Scooper and his bitch on a surfboard Try to reach for one of us, you'll get hurt for it They 'bout to land Land, land, The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack I got a plan, a plan? The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack The pack attack It's the pack attack Uh...