LP Da Original - Til Da Pack Gone lyrics

rate me

Motha, I'ma show you know how to do this

G7, MTM, this is more than music

You betta get it right, this is our life

You could catch me on tha block, from the AM to the night

With a glizzy on the hip and a fresh pair of Nikes

I'm addicted to the streets, where the fiends stuffin' pipes

Twenty thousand in my pocket, while I jump on my flight

Cause I'm only 19, so I'm doin' aiight

Streets sayin', who that, I aint talking J Cole

Sellin' crack all year, that's my payroll

Sellin' X to the box, I aint talking Halo

And I'm all about my faces, get it and I lay low

L Peezy like you know a back on, hustle til the pack gone

Yeah, I move them dimes and them nickels well

Bubble like gingerale, then around get hit with shells

Banana Clip, ya you know a back on

I hustle, til da pack gone

In da hood phone ringin', get my yack on

Prices go up, a get his jack on

L Peezy, yeah you know a back on

I hustle, till da pack gone

In da hood, phone ringin', get my yack on

Prices go up, a gets his jack on

Trappin' like the defense, that's the game plan

I'm on a cloud, no telling when the plane lands

A full clip, I could send as a freebie

Courtesy of Mr. Empty Tha Gleezy

I'm ridin out my you aint gotta ask

For those locked behind bars or lyin' on the grass

No liz clay but we could face off

Short but I'll bang on you nay rob

Big 4's when I'm rollin', ridin' dirty in a stolen

Hoodied up on a late night

Chippin' out da pack till my cake right

Grindin' hard, no sleep, sliding out wit my codees

D boys they know me, I was schooled by them old G's

Cook it up, let it dry, bag it down, dish it out.

Hustle til da pack gone, trap it when I nip it out

That's what my clicks bout, getting my stacks on

Prices go up, a get his jack on

L Peezy, yeah you know a back on

I hustle til da pack gone

In da hood phone ringin', get my yack on

Prices go up, a get his jack on

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