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letra de pack hit - doe boy

[intro]
doe
gang
doe boy what up
whole lotta gang sh-t going on
prepare
boom boom boom

[verse 1]
yeah i’m still up at the club when the pack hit
darling messing on my n-ggas hitting backflips
get the errand n-ggas all for this rap sh-t
pull up shoot em n-ggas down mad mac sh-t
for this rap sh-t, it’s that wack sh-t
we be smoking dead n-ggas when that pack lit
yuh, n-ggas tryna battle this ain’t smack b-tch
n-gga diss me i pull up tryna clap sh-t
n-ggas lying in their recs we don’t f-ck with that
twenty two years old seen a hundred racks
we gon take the plug down then we dub it back
errtime i post a pic yo b-tch double tap

[chorus]
i just bought a new coupe for this rap sh-t
all these rap n-ggas fraid i’m talking trap sh-t
i was just a young n-gga tryna jack sh-t
we gon take the plug down when the pack hit
open her leg he gon serve it cheap
we gon take his -ss down get that sh-t for free
i just bought some jimmy choo’s on this rap sh-t
but i’m still around the plug when that pack hit

[verse 2]
rocking jimmy choo’s and i’m counting blues
i know he’s a rat n-gga i don’t f-ck with dude
pull up in a new coupe staring like a fool, yeah
let a n-gga blow my mood i’m a blow the tool, yeah
used to roll out with that choppa tryna drummer boy
now a young n-gga rapping on a drummer boy
yeah that hood n-gga cappin where them hunnids boy
all that lil sh-t you flashing that ain’t money boy
pull up in a new coup that got no roof
n-gga reaching for my jewellery then i’m gon shoot yeah
for the gang ain’t no telling what she won’t do
rob a n-gga bare faced what he gon do

[verse 3]
yes i’m rocking red bottoms and they got the spike
i’m a young rich n-gga we are not alike
i’m a pull up with the pipe i’m not tryna fight
rock that gangsta sh-t ain’t rob n0body in his life
all these n-ggas faking if you ask me
i should kiss you on the cheek cause that -ss sweet
i just f-cked yo main b-tch probly last week
for this rap sh-t n-gga check my rap sheet
and it’s all fact dressed in all black
i can’t hang around these n-ggas cause they all rats
heard that n-gga got a problem tell him solve that
once i start it with my gang you can’t part that

- doe boy

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