Lyrics Loud Pack - Lil' Mo

Smoke a loud pack
Get it back
My nighas with a pack
Now they stack
Smoke a loud pack
Get it back
My nighas with a pack
Now they stack
Smoke that piff
Get that stress relief
Take a whiff
Make a nigha stiff
When we run up like a thief
Change a nighas belief
When we season beef

Amy in my system
You can call it mango
Big batty girls with the mangos
Chilling for my bro bros in the bando
Now the loud pack got us moving slow-mo
It′s a long time from the first day in the trap
Now in uni but I took a gap
Wana do music shit wana rap
My nighas tryna make master p
And you bitches wana yap
Doing road that's Certi
Done it right so we party
Got Cîroc dripping on her body
Now she turned up getting freaky
I′m lean and wavy so I get cheeky
Run up in the trap like Linford Christi
Throw out a pack I bet it come back
Like a Frisbee
These nighas greasy
Asking for P like please B
Show you who the real be
You've gotta feel me

Real killaz in the north
Whipping work like a broth
Big hammers turn your boy
Fish scranners
Whip crashers
Bitch smakers
Stick slappers
Tell her back it up
Back it up and make my dick spasm
Big cash in
Jib smashing
Big wagon
Sleek pattern
Have a bitch slashing
Whow
Little mo tryna dip in sauce like Heinz
Grey skies
Stay up on the grind
Looking for that easy meal
Keep it real
Big long poky steel
Serving bags of grease like Ian Beal
I'll sit up for a pack like I′m working on my abs
Certi with the gang 30 in the scram
Cause there is serious trapping in the bando
My nighas making doh
Tryna make money like it grow
We fuck a hoe then we let her go
That′s me and my bro
Then we ten toe
Even when we ten toed

Smoke a loud pack
Get it back
My nighas with a pack
Now they stack
Smoke a loud pack
Get it back
My nighas with a pack
Now they stack
Smoke that piff
Get that stress relief
Take a whiff
Make a nigha stiff
When we run up like a thief
Change a nighas belief
When we season beef

We party with the ganja
We party with the booze
We lurky like batman
Fire in the booth
Nigha it's the truth
Got a sweet tooth
For that money, make it rain when it′s sunny
Make it rain in the booth
In the club you'll see me whip and dab
Buying drinks all night
Like there′s a tab
Big batty girl with an ass to grab
Tell he bring it back make it work
Bring it back make it twerk
Bring it back then we fuck
Then I duck
Back to work
Back to lurk
Were we murk

Harold and Kuma we're on a mission
Not for munchies
We′re on the opposition
Tell a nigha get the ammunition
Got the coca
Got the bitch
We got the poker
Got the snitch
I want that chain
I got a twitch
For the money
Make me rich
When the popo come
I tell'em which
The trap like crack I got an itch
I got an itch

Smoke a loud pack
Get it back
My nighas with a pack
Now they stack
Smoke a loud pack
Get it back
My nighas with a pack
Now they stack
Smoke that piff
Get that stress relief
Take a whiff
Make a nigha stiff
When we run up like a thief
Change a nighas belief
When we season beef