Where Tha Pack At? lyrics

[Verse 1: 99Zed]
I break a b*tch back, in a stolen Cadillac
With blood money on my lap from runnin up in yo trap
Sippin on a 40, shawty tryna get to know me
And we goin toe to toe, I snort a line, I got a nosebleed uh
Put up by the ocean, I’m sippin on purple potion
[?] all the commotion and get this lick in motion uh
All black fit, b*tches tryna get my di*k
While they bumpin my newest sh*t
Triple X out, that’s the drip uh

[Verse 2: Badkidmizu]
I was down bad, b*tch I had to bounce back
Now I flip pack, b*tch where are the pounds at
I got the drum, n*gga where are the rounds at
Drippiest man on the block, Imma crown that
All of you n*ggas so pus*y, still broke in the back
Why the f*ck won’t you get up and run up a bag?
Imma up that sh*t, shoot that sh*t, unload that mag
And I don’t f*ck wit you n*ggas, it’s really sad
Glock, one off the top, Can't [?] bullеts, they make that boy [?]
Unplug the plug by takin thе drop
Look out yo window, you hearin that pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, empty the drum on a goddamn opp
Red line on the Glock but these bullets don’t stop
(Oh sh*t, I need one more bar)
[Verse 3: Odiato]
The Glock got a di*k like [?]
Flex on the gram, it’s all a facade
[?]
These crackas they jump me they finna get sparked
[?]
The diamonds is bitin I look like a shark
Skate on the block, I feel like I’m Bart
[?]
Blood stains on my money look like some Gucci
I be gettin so faded feelin like I'm Boosie
di*k game hall of fame, you still playin rookie
Hacky sack wit yo b*tch, she be gettin tossed
Middle finger [?]
Picked her up, beat her gut, she be squirtin off
She like me better cuz her man can’t get it up

[Verse 4: Dubich]
[?] got no problem to swallow
But I got the bottle [?] by tomorrow
[?]
Anxiety and self hate
That’s the sh*t that I can’t
f*ck with, [?]
Hoping y'all can't relate [?] agitate me
Damn y'all lazy, so [?] always praise it
Sheeple sayin everything with crossed fingers, f*ck the nation
187 limitless, leave you dead with no witnesses
Skillets in the ditch, I got blood all up in my vision, b*tch
[Verse 5: Saliva Grey]
Ride solo [?]
Grey straight from the sticks uh
Hoes know they gon eat chrome
My [?] will be laughin at em
No savage in em, put damage in em
Put a 44 in his frontal lobe
And I chop it up and I marinade em
Do a prayer wit em, then lay wit em
I wear this f*cking noose like a goddamn necklace
And I’m the only dude on my goddamn hit list
And I ain’t in the mood for yo goddamn questions
So f*ck up out my room, you a goddamn b*tch