Lyrics Loud Pack - Prophit

Loud pack
And she smile back, know I'm a player
With a mild black, throwed me on papers
At the trap house, dope on the table

Yayh
You cannot measure up
Thought it was sweet
I turnt the pressure up
I'm on probation
Can't fye the pressure up
Shit been too hectic
Might hit the reverend up
These niggas reckless
Might stick the reverend up
Foe in the trap
Throwing them sevens up
Opening doors
I'm trying let em up
Foot on they neck
I'll never let em up
Put a red dot on you green ass niggas
Open ya can
Call it a seven up
Play wit the gang
Niggas 'll wet ya up
Thank it's a game? ok then, bet it up
Face of the city, these niggas just gimmicks, they copy and mimic so I had to level up
Turn up my mic
Add a lil treble
Then add a compressor & make sure my levels up
What you know bout section 8
Plastic cups and paper plates
Had to get it out the mud I had to learn from my mistakes
I been A1 way since day 1 made sure all my niggas ate
I been outchea setting records just to set the record straight
Yayh
Runnin up this munyun til it ain't none left to make
Reputation on the line can't give you nothing less than great
Who the fuck done gassed these niggas up?, like hold up press ya brakes
Skrt
Nate Dogg, Warren G, I had to come and regulate

I came out the swamp like a gator
Dressed in all black like a raider
I'm making plays at the corner store
I'm serving the trap like a waiter
I got this shit out the mud
Nigga ain't do me no favors
I'm in this bitch with that loud pack
I'm turning up like a fader
Said I'm in this bitch with that loud pack, I got a couple of flavors
Wink at ya bitch and she smile back, nigga ya know I'm a player
Fog up the whip wit a mild black
These crackers just throwed me on papers
I used to hang out at the trap house
Reafer and dope on the table

Now a young nigga done bossed up, button up shirt wit the gator
But don't get it twisted or cross us, 38 tucked in my blazer
I just might go tear the mall up, 508s cuffed an they tapered
I'm dripping in flavor I'm sauced up, ya hoe tryna cut like razor
And I'm in the cut like a bandage
Got problems piling up on top of more problems, it's way more than what I can manage
The bih disappointed, her boyfriend a loser, I told her come fuck with the champions
We the ones make all the noise in the city, these niggas ain't nothing but ambience
Play wit me and get picked up by an ambulance
What you know bout public housing, projects, bandos with the wood
UPS drop off a package, import, export wit the goods
Take the plastic off the package, bag it up and bless the hood
One time for my plug my dawg done blessed me with the joog
I'm movin in silence, these niggas tell
Sandwich bags and digital scales
Jumped off the porch, I need some money, I'm in the streets like I'm getting the mail
They caught me I had to go sit in a cell, half of you niggas ain't been to no jail
Most of these niggas and bitches done crossed me so fuck all that love I don't deal with it well

I came out the swamp like a gator
Dressed in all black like a raider
I'm making plays at the corner store
I'm serving the trap like a waiter
I got this shit out the mud
Nigga ain't do me no favors
I'm in this bitch with that loud pack
I'm turning up like a fader
Said I'm in this bitch with that loud pack, I got a couple of flavors
Wink at ya bitch and she smile back, nigga ya know I'm a player
Fog up the whip wit a mild black
These crackers just throwed me on papers
Used to hang out at the trap house
Reafer and dope on the table

Said I'm in this bitch with that loud pack, I got a couple of flavors
Wink at ya bitch and she smile back, nigga you know I'm a player
Fog up the whip wit a mild black, these crackers just throwed me on papers
Used to hang out at the trap house, reafer and dope on the table