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good pack - mook tbg lyrics

[intro: mook tbg & p3k on 1thou]
let me hear it from
the plug should be here in about
the gps say about eight minutes

[chorus: p3k on 1thou]
my plug came through with the good pack (good pack)
broke it down in quarters, get my hood fat (hood fat)
choppa hold a 30, get your wig pushed back (wig pushed pack)
you a f*ck n*gga, but it be like that (be like that, away*o, first, away*o)
i’m callin’ all my dogs to my bando (away*o, first)
(hurry down to the spot, i got about 40 pounds)
i gotta couple pounds and some kilos (kilos)

[verse 1: p3k on 1thou]
see my plug from havana (‘vana)
call my choppa banana (‘nana)
we don’t gang bang boy, but we wear bandanas (‘nanas)
my stripper b*tch name is anna (anna)
she straight from savannah (‘vannah)
she get that p*ssy poppin’ in a club in atlanta (‘lanta)
them country boys, they called bammas (bammas)
they totin’ them hammers (hammers)
we movin’ kilos, we traffic with scanners (scanners)
oh, you know pablo? you say you know chapo
tunnel in mexico, but why do you lie for? (first)
we carry them two poles, we shoot thru your peep hole
we skrrt off in that black on black, n*gga that’s how we roll (skrtt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
don’t f*ck with them people (don’t f*ck with them people)
’cause we traffic them kilos
[chorus: p3k on 1thou]
my plug came through with the good pack (good pack)
broke it down in quarters, get my hood fat (hood fat)
choppa hold a 30, get your wig pushed back (wig pushed pack)
you a f*ck n*gga, but it be like that (be like that, away*o, first, away*o)
i’m callin’ all my dogs to my bando (away*o, first)
(hurry down to the spot, i got about 40 pounds)
i gotta couple pounds and some kilos (kilos)

[verse 2: mook tbg]
yeah, posted on the corner where my dogs be at (dogs be at)
we got that good pack, come and shop, it’s goin’ too fast (goin’ too fast)
trash bags, told my plug “need more, we runnin’ through that” (runnin’ through that)
last bag, i ran up a 100 thousand in cash (100 thousand in cash)
n*ggas wack, he keep talkin’, get his sh*t pushed back
she like “d*mn, i can never get enough of these racks” (enough of these racks)
it’s like that gun go ladidadada then splat (dada then splat)
i remember runnin’ off with his pack (off with pack, first)
good pack, broke it down and got the whole hood fat (whole hood fat)
choppa hold about a hunnid get your wig pushed back (wig pushed back)
we know he a f*ck n*gga, but it be like that (be like that)
we know he not tall as me when i sit down on my racks (count up)

- mook tbg lyrics

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