Songtext I get the pack Nle Choppa

I get the pack

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
Don't come over here, don't come in my zone
Left that boy missin', now his momma lonely, ayy

Who these niggas?
Ayy, who these niggas?
They ain't on what we be on
Creep at night, campfire at ya home
Ay, 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 set up, home
Put the Glock in my drawers, I'ma clutch my chrome
Beefin' wit' me, know your do's and your don't's
Smokin' on the opp pack, till the weed be gone
Send a diss, get hit, then make a diss song
Stick and my stone, yeah I'm thug to the bone
Thought I was fishing, I keep me a pole, ayy

Who these niggas?
Ayy, who these niggas?
They ain't on what we be on
Creep at night, campfire at ya home
Ay, 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

Slam that boy like Shaquille, you get popped like a pill
Boy you know what it is, don't play with this shit
You making that bed, you gon' lay in that shit
Hotbox the coupe, we gon' spray in that shit
See a rapper, and diss, snatch the p of a neck
Why the fuck I need aim, double D's on this bitch
I'm not signing no treaties, I wanna get even
The violence won't stop 'til all of y'all bleedin'
Booted out the drugs and you go do a drill
Nigga you a pussy, next day you gon' squeal
Shot the car up, he got knocked off the wheel
Isn't it funny, you know that we did it
Crack up a sip then we pour up a 4
Make a scene in this bitch, get put in my dope
She want semen and dick, so it's all in her throat
If I get in that pussy, 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

Who these niggas?
Ayy, who these niggas?
They ain't on what we be on
Creep at night, campfire at ya home
Ay, 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

(Yeah)
Got him gone
Mmm
Ayy
NLE The Top Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
(Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
(Mmm, mmm, mmm)