Boof Pack 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
Aight, I'm tired of these n*ggas always talkin' down on us (Okay)
Drag they dead bodies with a tow truck
Aight, I'm tired of these b*tches, in the crib, tryna f*ck (Wassup?)
Back then, they was never ever lovin' us
Until the drop top down (Huh?), pull up to your town (Huh?)
With a big ass stick (Huh?), and a big ass handle (Huh?)
I'll lay 'em to the ground, dawg (Huh?), never be found, dawg (Huh?)
Pocket knife, whip out (Huh?), wardog, stick out (Huh?)
Ours cut livers (b*tch), leak out leakers (b*tch)
Drop on a witness, we don't take no pictures (Yeah)
My young bulls flippers, lead them like Attila (Yeah)
You ain't already down, we don't f*ck with you n*ggas (Nah)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Ran up, make your boy fold (n*gga, man up)
Ran down, uppin' that pole (n*gga, man up)
Fire if it ain't sh*t to let it go (n*gga, man up)
Fire if it ain't sh*t to let it go (n*gga, man up)

[Verse 2: SosMula]
Scrape the pot, whip it with the butter knife (Work)
Stab n*ggas up, with my other knife (b*tch)
My n*ggas comin' home from West State bids
Heard you got them bricks, duct taped to kids (Gimme that)
Run around pus*y, with your head chopped off (Blaow)
f*ck around n*gga, get your head shot off (Rrah)
Heard you rat a n*gga when the feds got y'all (Rat)
Pull up, in a Rari, color red hot sauce (Skrr)
Say "hello", to my little friend hoe (Rrah)
Draco b*tch, with the extendo (Rrah)
Fake ass n*gga, what set you claiming? (f*ck outta here)
pus*y ass n*gga, had to pay his way in (Mula)