"DOG PACK" lyrics
(feat. Sn8ke)
Ayy, ayy, bando, bando, bando
My whole squad is on the mando
Rollin' blunts out in Atlanta
Sippin' lean inside a Lambo', yeah
Rollin' from the stars to the one that's broke
When I'm in your face and your bitch, that's true
Runnin' your mouth like there's no repercussion
I'm bad at the trouble, it's a catch-up, it's a constant
Words fall silent, but my Glock goes click-paw
You type, but you can't say it to my face
All you motherfuckers need to recognize your place
Always nice in person
But when you talk behind my back
Just know you're fuckin' with the dog pack
BigSmoke fuckin' Chapo, nigga (Sn8ke)
Bitch, slidin' with Drac'
I tat' that B on my face (On my face)
Free all my twins, they fightin' the case (The case)
I came up from serving the base (Okay)
All these niggas, they soft, but they know it (Know it)
AR-15, don't make me show it (Fuh)
Yeah, I'm a snake, lil' bitch, you know it (Know it)
Grab that Glock 19 and blow it (Fuh)
Your words fall silent, but my Glock goes click-paw
You type, but you can't say it to my face
All you motherfuckers need to recognize your place
Always nice in person
But when you talk behind my back
Just know you're fuckin' with the dog pack
Bitch, fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Pull up with that stick, nigga
Wet that shit the fuck off
We'll get the duration
Of a [?] called [?]
Yeah, score that stick, K-Mart hit list, bitch
I'm supposed to play the region (Yeah)
We have to lift your name (Yeah)
Don't play wit' this shit, my young niggas kill shit
I woulda call that hit stick
Take his ass off with that new Glick
Take his ass off, now I'm slime rich
Servin' the ball like a pool stick
Your words fall silent, but my Glock goes click-paw
You type, but you can't say it to my face
All you motherfuckers need to recognize your place
Always nice in person
But when you talk behind my back
Just know you're fuckin' with the dog pack
Dog pack
Dog pack
My whole squad is on the mando
Rollin' blunts out in Atlanta
Sippin' lean inside a Lambo', yeah
Rollin' from the stars to the one that's broke
When I'm in your face and your bitch, that's true
Runnin' your mouth like there's no repercussion
I'm bad at the trouble, it's a catch-up, it's a constant
Words fall silent, but my Glock goes click-paw
You type, but you can't say it to my face
All you motherfuckers need to recognize your place
Always nice in person
But when you talk behind my back
Just know you're fuckin' with the dog pack
BigSmoke fuckin' Chapo, nigga (Sn8ke)
Bitch, slidin' with Drac'
I tat' that B on my face (On my face)
Free all my twins, they fightin' the case (The case)
I came up from serving the base (Okay)
All these niggas, they soft, but they know it (Know it)
AR-15, don't make me show it (Fuh)
Yeah, I'm a snake, lil' bitch, you know it (Know it)
Grab that Glock 19 and blow it (Fuh)
Your words fall silent, but my Glock goes click-paw
You type, but you can't say it to my face
All you motherfuckers need to recognize your place
Always nice in person
But when you talk behind my back
Just know you're fuckin' with the dog pack
Bitch, fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Pull up with that stick, nigga
Wet that shit the fuck off
We'll get the duration
Of a [?] called [?]
Yeah, score that stick, K-Mart hit list, bitch
I'm supposed to play the region (Yeah)
We have to lift your name (Yeah)
Don't play wit' this shit, my young niggas kill shit
I woulda call that hit stick
Take his ass off with that new Glick
Take his ass off, now I'm slime rich
Servin' the ball like a pool stick
Your words fall silent, but my Glock goes click-paw
You type, but you can't say it to my face
All you motherfuckers need to recognize your place
Always nice in person
But when you talk behind my back
Just know you're fuckin' with the dog pack
Dog pack
Dog pack
