The Pack Attack - E-40, Sada Baby, FMB DZ

Hmm… Full load in my load I won’t leave it with you

If you broke we move dope and I’m eating with you

Rob your ass, what the world meaning to you

40 on me make me put this Earl Stevens to you

Oh we got mollie, cocaine and heroin

He thought he got it for a pint there was K roll in it

Too much pimping my veins can’t hate no nigga

If you ain’t in my gang, you ain’t my nigga

Hit me when you outside

Get the sucka offsides

Why y’all nigga cross lines just to get it there

Meet me on the dark side

Hit me with the 4−5

Whole gang gonna slide if we take it there

They fly oh yeah…

Land, land

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

I got a plan, a plan?

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

It’s the pack attack

Balenciaga shoe box, lump sums in large amounts

I grew that shit now I got savings and checking accounts

From a eight of them flowers to a pick of Europa

Same hustle, different products just trying to get over

The institution of the streets will have them rush ya'

I got octopus arms, reach out and touch ya'

Any place I plant my feet, I told her toasty

Wrap a sucker up, fold him just like ravioli

Stay in the car, I ain’t got time for carpool karaoke

This ain’t musical chairs hoe, this ain’t no hokey pokey

The pack has just landed 06:30 sharp, a.

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Sent the bitch to receive down at the other end

Semi, semi, semi, semi, semi, semi

RIding with the hemmy, hemmy, hemmy, hemmy

It’s ugly it ain’t pretty

Sending it back on pack attack to your city, biaaach

They 'bout to la-a-a-a-a-and

Land, land, land, land

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

I got a plan, a plan?

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

It’s the pack attack

Boss landed, all we need’s a address

I’m a million dollar nigga, I got assets

Put your bitch on the road, tell her cash that

Blue cooking enchilada is the best bet

Every nigga want war, you know we stress that

We gon' pull up with them choppers and a hatchback

I just let go the sun and my neck dance

My little bitch drinking a dub, she just left Lancet

Put her right back on a roll she just go the cancer

Bitch keep asking all these questions like I got the answers

50 niggas I know, man i bled like the black panthers

2−2-3 struck you down, you shoulda ran faster

I put a quarter on my wrist just for speaking words

I put a tracker on my bitch thanks to them birds

My nigga Scooper and his bitch on a surfboard

Try to reach for one of us, you’ll get hurt for it

They 'bout to land

Land, land

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

I got a plan, a plan?

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

The pack attack

It’s the pack attack

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