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NLE Choppa - I Get The Pack (Official Unreleased Lyrics) Lyrics

 NLE Choppa - I Get The Pack (Official Unreleased Lyrics) Lyrics

[Intro]

Brrt

(CashMoneyAP)

Oh,(Brrt) oh, oh (Ayy)

Brrt, brrt


[Pre-Chorus]

I get the pack, and I tell it to go

“Can I cop a bowl?”, it’s already gone

Do not come over here, don’t come in my zone

Left that boy missing, now his momma lonely, ayy


[Chorus]

“Who these niggas?”

Ayy, “Who these niggas?”

They ain’t on what we be on

Creep at night, campfire at ya home

Approach me with caution, I’m letting you know

I get uncomfortable, I let it blow

My momma say that I be doing the most

“Ma, you don’t know, gotta get that boy gone.”


[Verse 1]

Slide up, pop out, one in his dome

Slide to my base, get setup, home

Put the Glock in my drawers, imma clutch my chromе

Beefin’ wit’ me, know you losin’ your dome

Smokin’ on the opp pack, till thе weed be gone

Saying, “This shit hit”, then make a diss song

Stick and my stone, done fell to the bone

Thought I was fishing, I keep me a pole, ayy


[Chorus]

“Who these niggas?”

Ayy, “Who these niggas?”

They ain’t on what we be on

Creep at night, campfire at ya home

Approach me with caution, I’m letting you know

I get uncomfortable, I let it blow

My momma say that I be doing the most

“Ma, you don’t know, gotta get that boy gone.”


[Verse 2]

Pull out to kill, get popped like a pill

You know what it is, we don’t play with this shit

You make any face, you gon’ lay in that shit

Hop out the coupe, we gon’ spray any shit

See a rapper, and diss, snatch the p of a neck

“Why the fuck I need aim?”, double dicks on the stick

My shottas at trees, I wanna get even

The violence won’t stop till all of y’all peeled

Booted of the drugs and you go do a drill

Nigga you a pussy, next day you gon’ squeal

I shot the car up, he got knocked off the wheel

Isn’t it funny well know what we did

Crack up a sip then we pour up a 4

Make it sing in this bitch, get put in my dope

Tryna sink in this bitch, so it’s all in her throat

If I get in that pussy, it’s murder she wrote


[Pre-Chorus]

I get the pack, and I tell it to go

“Can I cop a bowl?”, it’s already gone

Do not come over here, don’t come in my zone

Left that boy missing, now his momma lonely, ayy


[Chorus]

“Who these niggas?”

Ayy, “Who these niggas?”

They ain’t on what we be on

Creep at night, campfire at ya home

Approach me with caution, I’m letting you know

I get uncomfortable, I let it blow

My momma say that I be doing the most

“Ma, you don’t know, gotta get that boy gone.”


[Outro]

(Yeah)

Got him gone

Mmm

Ayy

NLE The Top Shotta

Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

(Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)

(Mmm, mmm, mmm)

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