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letra de sh!tty pack - shittyboyz

[intro: stanwill]
ooh, sh-t, what the f-ck, daniel?
wouldn’t waste a bullet on his ass
(you’re not making this easy, kyle)

[verse 1: stanwill]
wouldn’t waste a bullet on his ass, i’ma beat him with the drac’
this ain’t no fat joke, but packman’ll eat ’em for the pape’
pull up tryna scr-p, bet you won’t see another day
i just caught an opp in oakland, finna sink him in the bay
ten racks on this hutch charm make my neck shiver
unky on the stove, pot scr-pin’, he a ‘rex whipper
life about playin’ your hand, not who deck bigger
they’ll backstab you, watch your dawgs like a pet sitter
hoes, they’ll fold on you, hoes, they’ll switch
i shot fifty in a second, boy, this pole got the switch
think thе ‘wood bench pressin’, boy, it’s strong than a b-tch
bro’ll shred your wholе gang, he like mone with the bl!ck, huh

[verse 2: trdee]
if you not the gang, don’t approach me like you know me
’cause i got the bl!cky and might shoot it just like kobe
wrist been lookin’ naked, i might just go get a rollie
really came from nothin’, hold my chain up like a trophy
really stayed down until the whole team came up
only one rule, stay solid, never change up
no, i cannot listen to your raps ’cause it’s made up
no, i did not come to kick it with you, give that brain up
pockets look like packman, i be workin’ like rihanna
let me know it’s smoke, we turn your spot into a f-ckin’ sauna
oh, let me guess, you can dress because you got designer?
sick you ‘came r. kelly on ’em, tryna f-ck a minor
[verse 3: babytron]
tuh, you a pedophile
popped a perc’ 10 and poured a four, woke up on 7 mile
leave the hangar in a pj just to clear my mind
backstabbers everywhere, can never let ’em near my spine
they ain’t never seen my shooter face, call him el chupacabra
how you gon’ shoot the shottas? i don’t really do the drama
but i need a script
junkie like an old car don’t work, he just need a fix
a, b, c, d, e, f, boy, you not no f-ckin’ g
two-year grind, watch me hustle for a hundred weeks
slime hangin’ out the sunroof, only thoughts annihilation
only up for tellin’ fairytales, they just be lyin’, hatin’

[verse 4: bfb da packman]
no diamonds on my neck, baby, it’s just melanin
‘posed to keep my secrets, why the f-ck you tellin’ it?
i can’t come to the white house, they won’t let the felons in
if she won’t suck it for the free, f-ck it, baby, sell the head
ain’t no secret, if i want it, i’ma trick
flawless cuts in the watch and they keep f-ckin’ up my wrist
used to do motel 8s, now i’m f-ckin’ in the ritz
when big meech touch the streets, i’ma serve his ass a brick
delete that last bar, n-gga, gotta backsp-ce it
b-tch ugly with her makeup off, call that catfacin’
pink 10 in a honey pack got me back breakin’
if she always in a hotel, that ho backpagin’
h, i, j, k, l, m, n, o
ooh, you ain’t no f-ckin’ p
ridin’ with a transgender drac’, it got double d’s
in a lamb’ truck, this b-tch the same color of bumblebee
buzz, i’ll f-ck around and sting your ass
why the f-ck it stink when you twerk? need to clean your ass
i take care of my kids and i cheat respectfully
but if you try to pull a me on me, i’ma leave your ass

- shittyboyz

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