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cte 3 - grab tha pakk (bonus track) lyrics

grab tha pakk (bonus track) lyrics
[hook: rsl jay]
scat the pack, crack the sack
spinning consistent, consistent we spinning back
caught an opp in the car, we gon hit his hat
n+gga play, spin the block, then we spinning back
shoot the fifty out the glock, then it’s grab the mac
why that boy tried to play? like we handled that
know i put this sh+t on drip, like candle wax
up the stick, grab the sack, he can’t get it back
whip the ford, hit the lot, we gon’ do the dash
i’ma crash, i don’t give a f+ck, stomp the f+cking gas
i’m rsl till i die, n+gga remember that
stand over that boy and finish it
y’all say i got opps? all i see is some l!cks
i don’t f+ck with that boy, cause he act like a b+tch
i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas, these n+ggas might switch
i got too many poles n+ggas think i’m a fish

[verse: cte 3]
they ain’t gon’ come to the 6
i never grew up, we still pick up sticks
i’m far from a rapper, some slide bout the diss
these lil’ n+ggas actors, i’m talkin’ my sh+t
b+tch we the reason you don’t come outside
f+ck yo lil’ partna’, that b+tch need to die
bro out on bond, but he still paint the sky
i’ma light a b+tch up ‘fore he take one of mine (free mj)
these n+ggas preaching bout loyalty, get in that room and tell all that they know
my side different, stick to the code
how that’s yo’ n+gga? but know he told
coupes back to back, clutchin’ sticks on the rode
12 gets behind us?
lil mari’s gone float
push the lil’ whip, them lil’ b+tches gone
got these opps in my wood, and i’m high as a drone
bro know i got him, can’t speak on no song
they locked bro in that cage, said don’t sleep ’till he home
just want the face lil’ b+tch give me that dome
and i ain’t tryna f+ck, you can keep the sh+t on
f+ck your opinion, and f+ck they apology
best out my city, these b+tches ain’t hot as me
stay on my block, they talkin’ ’bout robbing me
stay wit a rondo, that sh+t how it gotta be
[hook: rsl jay]
scat the pack, crack the sack
spinning consistent, consistent we spinning back
caught an opp in the car, we gon hit his hat
n+gga play, spin the block, then we spinning back
shoot the fifty out the glock, then it’s grab the mac
why that boy tried to play? like we handled that
know i put this sh+t on drip, like candle wax
up the stick, grab the sack, he can’t get it back
whip the ford, hit the lot, we gon’ do the dash
i’ma crash, i don’t give a f+ck, stomp the f+cking gas
i’m rsl till i die, n+gga remember that
stand over that boy and finish it
y’all say i got opps? all i see is some l!cks
i don’t f+ck with that boy, cause he act like a b+tch
i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas, these n+ggas might switch
i got too many poles n+ggas think i’m a fish

- cte 3 lyrics

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