​pack @ night

[Verse 1]
Oh, I had to get right
Oh, I had to get right (C'mon)
Oh, I had to get right
Oh, I had to get right
Oh, I had to get right
Lil' nigga, I'm up outta spite
Lil' nigga, watch me ball
Yuh, real quick, had to up my height, uh
I get my bitch a new hoe, yuh
I get the pack at night, yeah
Brand new coupe lookin' bizarre
Same wit' yo' chain, it's some moissanite
How bout you bumpin' my voice tonight, oh yeah
I'm up wit' tha boys tonight
I stay wit' the flame, like a torch, I'm kickin' yo door
Had to abort, bitch, I gotta record
Money got at me or you get ignored
He- he walkin' round wit' his head down
Give you a spray down, he in a Honda Accord
Bread one thing I'on play bout
Yuh, bread is one thing I'on play bout
Yuh, 12 one thing I'on play bout
Yuh, I'm droppin' a tape, it's a stakeout
Ended up wit' yo hoe, had to make out
U get tapped in yo' head wit' that (?)
Bitch tryna cook ya, she tryna shake
I'm in that lab, where I'm finna bake
I'm sending 'em up, nigga, look at they face
Yuh, I'm in the spot right now
I'm wit' lil' Wa right now
23, gimme my crown
Ever since then, he ain't been around
Feel like I'm everywhere, like I'm a noun
Posted up wit' Merryweather punching Mayweather
Pack too loud, can't turn dat shit down
They left me alone, had to send by the pound
Real nigga shit, need to put down the cup
I'm in the dune buggy, this track ain't enough
Gimmie a stick and I'm killing the club
Bitch I'm settin' shit up, I ain't settin' shit up
As for my bread, I'm hanging it up
As for my bread, I'm hanging it up
New coupe, crash test, I'm banging it up
You was good wit' the rock, why you bangin' it up? C'mon
New high rise, yuh, these niggas can't compare
Yuh, he tryna beef on a live, these fuck niggas been there, done there
Fuck nigga been there, done there
These fuck niggas been there, c'mon

[Refrain]
Aye, aye, aye, aye

[Verse 2]
Had shit goin' on, had to park
Get him tight part
Throw that bowl dart
Lemme stop playin', these niggas is wack
Can't fuck with that kid, tell that boy, "Stop the act"
I'm wit the bread, he get hot, like relax
Bitch, I cop me a gold one, I'm up wit' Max
I cop me a gold one, I'm at the max
On spot for the old one
Biting the cheese, yeah, I know that he told some
Im in the field, cookin' up wit' the bando
I got my discipline, fuck a holster
I'm finna' drip this shit out from the walls up
He tryna walk down, he think that he known
Had to do him like old dude, he got his jaw touched