Correction Paroles I Get The Pack (Unreleased) par NLE Choppa

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Brrt
(CashMoneyAP)
Oh,(Brrt) oh, oh (Ayy)
Brrt, brrt

I get the pack, and I tell it to go
"Can I cop a bowl?", it's already gone
Do not come over here, don't come in my zone
Left that boy missing, now his momma lonely, ayy

"Who he needs?"
Ayy, "Who he needs?"
They ain't on what we be on
Creep at night, campfire at ya home
Approach me with caution, I'm letting you know
I get uncomfortable, I let it blow
My momma say that I be doing the most
"Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone."

Slide up, pop out, one in his dome
Slide to my base, get setup, home
Put the Glock in my drawers, imma clutch my chrome
Beefin' wit' me, know you losin' your domе
Smokin' on the opp pack, till the weed be gonе
Saying, "This sh*t hit", then make a diss song
Stick and my stone, done fell to the bone
Thought I was fishing, I keep me a pole, ayy
"Who he needs?"
Ayy, "Who he needs?"
They ain't on what we be on
Creep at night, campfire at ya home
Approach me with caution, I'm letting you know
I get uncomfortable, I let it blow
My momma say that I be doing the most
"Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone."

Pull out to kill, get popped like a pill
You know what it is, we don't play with this sh*t
You make any face, you gon' lay in that sh*t
Hop out the coupe, we gon' spray any sh*t
See a rapper, and diss, snatch the p of a neck
"Why the f**k I need aim?", double d**ks on the stick
My shottas at trees, I wanna get even
The violence won't stop till all of y'all peeled
Booted of the drugs and you go do a drill
n***a you a pu**y, next day you gon' squeal
I shot the car up, he got knocked off the wheel
Isn't it funny well know what we did
Crack up a sip then we pour up a 4
Make it sing in this b*t*h, get put in my dope
Tryna sink in this b*t*h, so it's all in her throat
If I get in that pu**y, it's murder she wrote
I get the pack, and I tell it to go
"Can I cop a bowl?", it's already gone
Do not come over here, don't come in my zone
Left that boy missing, now his momma lonely, ayy

Slide up, pop out, one in his dome
Slide to my base, get setup, home
Put the Glock in my drawers, imma clutch my chrome
Beefin' wit' me, know you losing your dome
Smokin' on the opp pack, till the weed be gone
Saying, "This sh*t hit", then make a diss song
Stick and my stone, done fell to the bone
Thought I was fishing, I keep me a pole, ayy
"Who he needs?"
Ayy, "Who he needs?"
They ain't on what we be on
Creep at night, campfire at ya home
Approach me with caution, I'm letting you know
I get uncomfortable, I let it blow
My momma say that I be doing the most
"Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone."

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