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pack pusha - smn tyrique lyrics

(verse 1)
you can’t stop the rain
like lamar
so let’s cut his water off
ya son you jacks a b*tch like a shawty
that mean ya daughter soft
the type to sit and wait for his chances
i’m takin on all the cost
ain’t built to take the k!ll not ya fabric
i’m from a slaughter cloth
and i’m jus trynna think of the pack
how much he holding on
so like a trey that’s built for scrollin
start rollin and strolling on
until we hit his crib like a storm
wavy face the barrels on em
stupid get you smacked with a blique
if you actin feral on em
movin with no knocca be proper
don’t let ‘em warn or scoff
he livin in that crib for a dollar
let’s knock his quarters off
boy ima street doctor
push za you ain’t servin that
let me trust you once with cashapp
don’t got it i’m swervin back
i feel like irving how i’m turnin
and workin it to the rack
i serve the weed and only weed
but the words i be servin crack
(verse 2)
boy i’m a big steppa
they neglected the crib wettas
now he curlin’ up and froze
he in need of a big sweater
go getter line of snow homie got it
no blow better
they be bracing i’m embracing
the icy and cold weather

(verse 3)
boy every slap i make
i feel like big meechie from bmf
i loved the smith and wessons
since adolescence like bffs
and now i got one
catch a opp on his bike
make em bmx
you try ya luck you dumb as f*ck
i’m a doggy no dmx
i hit up moggy feelin froggy
he stompin in dhf
he puff his pecks for victory
till these hollows defeat his chest
i spent 980 on a chain now my cuzzo in vvs
that avionne round my neck
wear the sh*t
like a family crest
the pack pusha
boy i’m here for convenience no cvs
and i be known to find my way
through the bullsh*t no gps
i feel like cassidy son
i could sell some salt to a slug
these n*ggas bugs they turn to pests
they get assaulted and slugged
thought i was gone but i was wrong
i felt the hault from above
i got a tattoo on my face
to help the faults in my love
that wacky posture make em pop up promise they slinging snubs
i got some homies duckin low
with the serial numbers rubbed
and they got talent but can’t balance
cus problems give’em a tug
but still be passionate and dreaming
like “ima buy me a club”
it’s just the hate you give projects
so make sure you know what’s a thug
it’s just the hate you give projects
so make sure you know what’s a thug
n*gga

- smn tyrique lyrics

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