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groundworks – new packs lyrics

[intro]
keep a hammer, louis lever
back it out and change the weather
with the sammy, i dissever
(bang gang, stain gang, ho)

[chorus]
runnin’ from the blue lights, i could never look back
runnin’ up a brizzy, i finesse and cook crack
run up on the oppas just to test the new waps
my youngers want a body, told ’em bring me new packs
(we really do)

[verse 1]
opps can’t chat on the team, i hop out the dinger and clear out the streets (boom bow)
two autos weren’t cheap, but man’s still give out the mags for free (b+tch)
i’ve been that n+gga on greeze (skitz)
i want the pagans to scream (snitch)
why would you talk to police? (switch)
i can’t change up on the team
free my brothers doin’ birdies (half my n+ggas doin’ life)
they ain’t comin’ home early (already know it ain’t right)
but they still givin’ out thirties (you could die for a price)
’cause in my hood, it gets dirty (’cause in my hood, it gets dirty)
i could talk about death on the track
i got the shank in the back of the cab (tally)
she wanna f+ck, her boyfriend mad, the p+ssio bought her a bag
qway i done front me them slabs
bust the brick, check the stamp (chop it)
from the blender to the clam
f+ck up the trap, i done ran (f+ck it up)
keep the hammer, louis lever (lever)
back it out and change the weather
with the sammy, i dissever (ching)
she a tally, will forever (tally)
she can hang for the meantime
sip sour, gotta move shine
hold the sweets, sixteen bine
we don’t do no petty street crime
[chorus]
runnin’ from the blue lights, i could never look back
runnin’ up a brizzy, i finesse and cook crack
run up on the oppas just to test the new waps
my youngers want a body, told ’em bring me new packs
runnin’ from the blue lights, i could never look back
runnin’ up a brizzy, i finesse and cook crack
run up on the oppas just to test the new waps
my youngers want a body, told ’em bring me new packs
(new packs)

[verse 2]
none of them man they want war with us (f+ck)
i was in jail with my borough tucked (tally)
you could get dipped, chinged, soaked
i run up in cells and i slice man up (ching ching)
my savages hungry for blood enough
swingin’ their swords, i don’t fear the rush (crash)
tryna move mad ’cause our guns still bust (bow)
but when we get nicked, we do not discuss (glah glah)
we ain’t talkin’ to the feds, no (i ain’t talkin’ to the feds, no)
that’s some sh+t that i can’t condone (that’s some sh+t that i can’t condone)
i got hitters on the payroll (i got hitters on the payroll)
we hide the shotties in the trench coat (i hide the shotties in the trench coat)
see i don’t do deliberatin’ (never)
deliver coffee to the pagans (bow)
bros locked up, waitin’ (free ’em)
i pray god gives him patience (amen)
i pray god makes his time fly (i pray god makes his time fly)
me and smash doin’ drive+bys (me and smash doin’ drive+bys)
i could never turn a blind eye (i could never turn a blind eye)
send an opp through the white lights (send an opp through the white lights)
even though we ’bout to take flight (even though we ’bout to take flight)
still get man down broad daylight
[chorus]
runnin’ from the blue lights, i could never look back
runnin’ up a brizzy, i finesse and cook crack
run up on the oppas just to test the new waps
my youngers want a body, told ’em bring me new packs
runnin’ from the blue lights, i could never look back
runnin’ up a brizzy, i finesse and cook crack
run up on the oppas just to test the new waps
my youngers want a body, told ’em bring me new packs
(new packs)

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