Pack of Blacks - 79' Lyrics

Damn
Okay
Okay, Brodie threw me the oop so I slid, too tight my circle don't hang with squares to nonchalant,
I just don't care
Real niggas in here this shit not dead,
Tryna press up on me and you think that I'm scared?

Toast, just leave em alone it aint fair,
Post up on the east corner territory the clear
They former friends get clap. No snares.
My gang got shot. Miss by a hair the ones you love be the ones who sell,
Got heat on me,
I'm raising hell
She love P.O.B then pull up to my lair stood on ten toes but I learned cus I failed
Niggas try to cross me that'll get you nail,
Do the most with the least cuz all I know how to do is prevail
Moving slow cuz we sell a snail,
You get left cuz you left the trail call her dash
She got too much mileage call me frost,
But I keep some hot shit
I'll be balling from coast to coast 1 of 1, but I know I'm chose. I got him scared
I pull up with a ghost when I'm off them xans
I'll be doing the most. I'm so tired
Of spazzin
They just keep acting, run out of meds so I need me some aspirin,
Eating my green
I'm inhaling the cabbage,
Don't f*ck with santuzi cus I hang wit savages

Throw me the alley and I started catching it
F*cking yo bitch, when you called
I was already naked
F*cked yo bitch in every angle like she was adjacent
It might take some time, but Ima still catch yo ass like jason.
Don't ask bout P.O.B
We gon keep shit quiet like Freemasons
Can't let you know the real me
I showed you two faces like a quarter
Heads or tails slide in a blacked out whip no jenk
Im hot as f*ck in this bitch,
I need a drink. I'm going stupid
I need love so I shot Cupid
Whipping this bitch with my dogs this shit roofless
My bitch wanna wig HD glueless want all my chicken with blue cheese.
I'm the realest nigga
I know so I gotta keep it a hunnid

Riding a drop top bitch I'm like Kennedy
Saying you twin, but you ain't kin to me
Tell ma that I made it my teeth diamond plated
Hop on that beat and I stutter my S's
Not doing no resting on god its a blessing
F*cking with P.O.B its a investment
I skate on these niggas like my name was Weezy
Haven't been singin since I was on Breezy
I can't go crazy without drinking on reds
So that your hoe, she in my bed, damn

Bitch gon' lie to my face,
I told her I used to be a part of the game
T getting money and skinny,
She tryna f*ck for the fame
Walk in the club and these bitches be dropping their drawers
See I'm the man and they calling me T
Read through the lines aint cuffin no bop
She wanted my D, threw it all in her liver (delivered)
Hit a blunt twice and didn't even cough
I'm in the field like Randy Moss,
Bought her a MCM bag
She got a pink Glock, it came with a mag
Don't got a stylist saying seen dat (cenat)
I ain't no kai, rockin the 4's with the fitted
Tryna cheat first but I did it
If P.O.B doing a heist then we split it
I f*cked that bitch in birkin,
She giving me top when she twerking
Not using no paper or a pen again notes on my phone wit a two tone
Black and white hoes like a panda
Sliming my bitches like I'm Arnold
If I send a lick my niggas gon' show
Supreme on my body like 2015
Your pussy ain't good, these niggas just f*ckin
Cause they some fiends.