Til Da Pack Gone Lyrics

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
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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
(Repeat)