HUNNED PACC lyrics

[Intro: Rambo]
Ah, yeah, uh
Beezy

[Verse 1: Rambo]
b*tch, you know them models
Screaming do not f*ck with [?]
Concentrated on this money
Hollywood we smokin' p*ss
Livin’ like we up in traffic
Gotta get it 'til I'm rich
And its motherf*ck these b*tches
They just want you for your sh*t
(You know it’s Lil Voe on the beat)
Stupid n*gga need to quit
Paid a hundred for my wrist
Got your b*tch up on my di*k
She f*cked a n*gga for a flick
And these n*ggas be my n*ggas
And I'm changing off the rip
In the hills just like the models
Spent a check then smoke the zip
I don't f*ck with n*ggas
I can't trust these n*ggas
Pull up on a n*gga
I'm just counting figures
Beezy gettin richer
It don't get no realer
Catch me smokin' killer
I don't feel the n*gga
[Verse 2: OHGEESY]
Yea, ay, ay, ay, ay
Lights out bring them pipes out got the ice out
I’m with vish mode and my n*gga lookin nice now
Yeah, I need some birds and I need them b*tches right now
Need a hunnid pack, hunnid Os, hunnid Xans now
Hundred hoes say I’m the man now
Shoreline rocking with the vish mode 'cause they fan now
I’m with KB balling like I'm KD
Rapper with a cut and I swear my n*gga crazy
Please don't try to fade me 'cause you could never faze me
I just hit your b*tch, I been hittin’ your b*tch lately
Ayy, I been hittin' your b*tch lately and she keep on calling my phone 'cause she crazy

[Verse 3: LAR$ V]
Better yell for pus*y n*gga f*ckin wig back
Big gat, clip fat, now where his b*tch at
Tell her hit the hood but she can't get a lift back
She with the gang guaranteed she threw that sh*t back
She set you up now you wonder where your sh*t at
Sippin juice got me feeling loose, Swervin in his coupe then I [?]
Hop back in the whip like nobody even knew
Keep a 30 with me n*gga Imma drop the screw
And it's gang sh*t n*gga don't be actin new
Extendo clip make a lil n*gga drool
f*ck this rap sh*t n*gga yea I keep a tool
Imma let it spark n*gga coz it's f*ck the judge
Got my n*ggas like [?] in the sludge
b*tch we the opp ain't nobody stoppin us
And we bustin cops ain't no locking us
Still skate up on a n*gga with the burner tucked
They done leave his brains all up on the f*cking truck
sh*t this the game where you really lacking huh
Don't dis the game n*gga pistol packing huh
Been hittin licks so tell me once pass the stuff
Been sippin mud till a lil n*gga slump
Never catch me slump thizzle yea it keep me up
[?] Line them up if they think they acting tough
Beezy got a strap and he get to clappin up
[?] got a pole yea and he acting up
Do this sh*t for fun hop out make them n*ggas run
Never catch me slippin n*gga coz I stay with one