Pure In The Pack歌詞

I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
**** is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack
**** is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack
I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
**** is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack
**** is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack, nah
**** is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack
Eighty somethin' on the Rollie
I bought a chain for the lil whoadie
I bought a brick and poured the whole thing out
That one's for the dead homies
Red mob or it's no mob, get a headshot from that forty
Lil bruh and them turned rat, I was heartbroken when they told me
Put the Maserati on Forgis, I hit the curb off of that dotty
We got the murder rate goin' up gang,
And it's HellGang 'til they moke me
Bandica and these Dolces, that mean I'm loafed up in this *****
We throw the fours up in this *****
I never froze up with that stick, yeah
Paperwork hit the folk yard, you get poked up in that *****
They puttin' high demands in the soda pop,
****** poured up in that *****
I be like so what if he switch, that ***** hoed up on that trip
I be like so what if he switch,
That ***** hoed up on that trip, yeah
Know I'm four finger bangin' baby, I'll die about it
You tell your partner 'bout any them homis
And you gon' do time 'bout it
My iller ***** Sauce died and you know I cried 'bout it
He was a real one, livin' through me so that ***** still one
I'm rockin' the Rollie that come with the pointers,
This ain't a steel one
I hopped in the game, put on the gang, them ****** real ones
I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
**** is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack
Ayy I got a family to feed, I got a family to feed
I gotta keep blammy and things,
You know that we still in the beef
Pray for the killer's release, pray for the ***** deceased
I used to want a Caprice, that's when I dove in the streets
That's when I ordered the cutie, I run up a half and flip me a P
They think it's sweet in the city, but you can get flipped in a P
They do they **** in the East, they do they **** in the North
******'ll pull up in Honda Accords,
Hop out and body your Porsche, yeah
They goin' body for body for body and you need a wally for sure, ayy
They goin' body for body for body and you need a wally for sure
It ain't no more talkin' no more, you gotta put up a score
That's how you put on for fourth *****,
That's how you put on for fourth, ayy
Know I'm four finger bangin' baby, I'll die about it
You tell your partner 'bout any them homis
And you gon' do time 'bout it
My iller ***** Sauce died and you know I cried 'bout it
He was a real one, livin' through me so that ***** still one
I'm rockin' the Rollie that come with the pointers,
This ain't a steel one
I hopped in the game, put on the gang, them ****** real ones
I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
**** is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack
I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
**** is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack
**** is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack
**** is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack
I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that *****
As simple as that *****
**** is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack *****
Yeah, no pure in the pack *****