[Verse 1: Kkalas]
The opp boys workin the clock
They really tryna get man down
If you couldn't get man then
How can you get man now?
And that silencer's real good
It don't really make no sound
All you hear is ****
When all of the shots go round
Just know they rate my gangsta
Even though they hate my guts
When the drought hit all of the hood
My G made a flood with drugs
And all of the gang wan eat
They ain't eat in months
Now I see man different
The things he did for the funds
They put me up on the stand
So I smiled infront of the judge
I hope I fix my ways
And pray salah in Hajj
Certain things arе off
Tell a man try touch my blud
I can see man 10 years later
I'll still bе holding a grudge
And I'll still be holdin a MAC
That shit put holes in a akh
And the ting full of woods my g
So you know we rollin a pack
And my young gs got no choice
More time they go to the trap
One day we outta the hood
When I float my way to a pack
If man can't back what he spit
I beg man keep it shut
I stood right there in his hood, and said
"Who's gonna tell man what?"
"Who's gonna tell man w*****?"
"Who's gonna tell man..." (Kisses teeth)
Man talk hard online
Tell me where he's at
O-9 time was wild
I was there outside of the flat
His ma just came to the door
It made me hide my bat
My clique got morals in check
None of my Gs are rats
And we don't hit no aunties
None of my bros are tapped
(None of my bros are tapped)
(No-No-None of my bros are tapped)
Wolfpackk was written by Kkalas.
Wolfpackk was produced by Saint Cardona.