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pound packing - young scooter & zaytoven lyrics

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[intro]
(zaytoven)
caught a bullsh*t case, lil’ yak, that was ten years back (ten years back)
ever since then, i’ve been up and i ain’t ever look back (no cap)
want some smoke? we holler, “slat,” you know what’s happenin’ with that
yeah, i’m worth a couple ms, but i still sleep in the trap (count up)
road runner, scooter done been to every state on the map
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no shows, i’m talkin’ ’bout juggin’ the trap
and i ain’t worried about no hoes, i’m tryna run up these racks
check your bag before you leave, i’m known for switchin’ up packs (finesse)
i just want the front end and the back end (count up)
two ms with foreigns in my yacht and i ain’t cappin’
the police mad to see my name on pound packing (pound packing)
that bullsh*t dope that you can’t cook, i still work magic

we get pounds, remix ’em up, we get bricks, remix ’em up
we hit l!cks and live it up, everyday we juugin’, run it up
price so low, you could triple up, got money to blow, i don’t give a f*ck
rest in peace to ‘pac, play with me and i’ma hit him up
we get pounds, remix ’em up, we get bricks, remix ’em up
we hit l!cks and live it up, everyday we juugin’, run it up
price so low, you could triple up, got money to blow, i don’t give a f*ck
rest in peace to ‘pac, play with me and i’ma hit him up

choppa shootin’ (yeah), got a scooter (street)
every other week, a load comin’ (slatt)
wipe your nose like your nose runnin’
bleed a n*gga like he stole somethin’
mathematic, so i know numbers (i know it)
acrobatics when that pole comin’
food stamps, say chanen based on your income, n*gga, i come from
took ’em down, had to build ’em up
stayed down, had to get it up
shoot up everything except the church and the playground, we gon’ hit it up
beat a couple cases, then walk, then court and i’ma plead innocent (on god)
had to talk with the minister, told him i’m a menace, uh (i’m a menace, uh)
left wrist, it count it, had me locked in, [?] (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ar, in the go, young n*gga, i’m finna go huntin’ (slatt, slatt)
i dropped the date of motherf*ckin’ murder rate, i boost
that choppa got a kickback, made my shoulders shake like [?]
we get pounds, remix ’em up, we get bricks, remix ’em up
we hit l!cks and live it up, everyday we juugin’, run it up
price so low, you could triple up, got money to blow, i don’t give a f*ck
rest in peace to ‘pac, play with me and i’ma hit him up
we get pounds, remix ’em up, we get bricks, remix ’em up
we hit l!cks and live it up, everyday we juugin’, run it up
price so low, you could triple up, got money to blow, i don’t give a f*ck
rest in peace to ‘pac, play with me and i’ma hit him up

yeah, look
lit hitter, pound pusher
when the smoke come, down, n*gga
dre*dr*dr*dre, cole, case closed, spin your block like [?]
out to juug like a hundred runtz
[?]

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