paroles de chanson Hunnid Pack - Sheff G

(Great John on the beat, by the way) look, look

Nigga, I'm outside with a hunnid pack (pack)
We gettin' money, baby, she know where the fun is at
Heard they put some dollars on me, go get that money back
Bitch thought she was stylin' on me, now look how she run it back

Catch me in yo' city, know I, know I got it on me
I press on this bitch and I bet everyone be hidin' from me
Man, I need a thick bitch, I said a thick bitch, a mistress
Dracos for my G-day, 30 clips, I want for Christmas

Welcome to this life of mine (to this life of mine), they gangbangin'
Niggas get to talkin', we just pull up where you hangin'
No cappin' in my rappin', I ain't playin'
Don't get clapped for your opinion, give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'

They rappin' 'bout them sticks, I hope you use it then
I take this AP off my wrist and put it on your head
Make sure my chop is nice and full before I go to bed
In case they think they got the one-up, keep one in the head

Heard that the bullets left him wocky like he off the meds or somethin', look
Sheff G straight be chillin', homie, you must be Ed or somethin'
Niggas hatin', shit is prolly why they homies dead or somethin'
Got the power 'round here like my last name Edison

Nigga, I'm outside with a hunnid pack (pack)
We gettin' money, baby, she know where the fun is at
Heard they put some dollars on me, go get that money back
Bitch thought she was stylin' on me, now look how she run it back (now look how she run it back)

Still in love with drilin', but I had to switch my role
So bro put up the block, I pass the knock, we call it pick and roll
Fresh Loc back, I'm ditchin' souls, at your door like I seen Jehov'
Brand-new chop, that calico, bad lil' bitch, she pigeon-toed, hmm

And I tell her, "Shake that shit," if not, she can't hang
Like, baby, I can't chill, I'm with a hunnid niggas that gangbang
It don't matter you give it to me, or you fuck Frost, it's the same thing
Police hatin' 'cause they can't tame, the BP when we switch lanes

Niggas know my body, know I, know I never lack
I call Shooter Gang, they outside with a hunnid straps
All my opps is dead, don't gotta worry, they ain't comin' back
Applyin' so much pressure, they can't get back, ain't no fun in that
I'm done with that, like

Nigga, I'm outside with a hunnid pack (pack)
We gettin' money, baby, she know where the fun is at
Heard they put some dollars on me, go get that money back
Bitch thought she was stylin' on me, now look how she run it back (now look how she run it back)