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wild pack - yungblaket lyrics

(verse 1: t3)
i do a b*tch n*gga the worse, i’m known for hopping out
my whole gang getting pape that’s all we talk about
i just hit the alley and start shooting, told em’ walk it out
this lil’ b*tch dropping lows, cause she want some clout
this a one way, don’t try to slide, it’s a in and out
my l!cks said they need a p, im on the way right now
i’m smacking sh*t, green bay, know i’m in the field
one whistle and he gone, like he in a (???)
10 g’s on his head, that’s a instant k!ll

(verse 2: yungblaket)
yea you know i got that za, this that n*gga i can feel it
hopping out the cut with 22’s, i had to andrew wig em’
tryna throw a punch this way, got me asking what you sippin’
she was tryna kick it with me told her, “i ain’t really with it”
na, i ain’t tryna kick it with you, what the f*ck you thinking
money over ho’s, i swear that sh*t get my attention
tie his body on a ceiling fan, i got his feet swinging
off the shroomies i done caught a dragon, imma retrain it

(verse 3: t3)
getting money over ho’s, man that sh*t get my attention
i was walking through the exit with a .40 in my britches
tryna hop out, leave em’ stuck, 10 mili’ f*ck em up’
i just got the drop on where they at, i’m coming trynna hunt
ho’s keep writing my lyrics, tryna nut, it make me mad
let a n*gga diss the dead, then we hoppin’ on his ass
real bully in the field, you can’t step in this grass
speeding in some fast sh*t, n*gga you can’t check the tags
(verse 4: yungblaket)
put a tittie on the glock, i like the way it smile back
what’s that poking in my pants, told that b*tch to never ask
huh, yea it’s in my pants, baby this that wild pack
you on vacay, and she finna slide, you wifing that
and i’m beating up her spine, i think she need to ice her back
told my n*gga bri to pick us up, she steady riding fast

(verse 5: t3)
come pick us up bri, like where the f*ck you at
i hit the mall with h*lla pape, tryna spend some racks
speeding on the e*way, did em’ bad, i can’t never lack
she keep on shaking ass in the party, finna make me mad
i call my brother “lil scoom”, he short tryna crash
why the f*ck you talking about a check, what yo’ bag like
i do what you make in week on a bad night
i’m not no rapper, catch me out sliding late at night
i’m quick to walk to the whip, i ain’t tryna fight

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- yungblaket lyrics

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