Opp Pack (DDG Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Prettyboyfredo]
You want the attention so, f*ck it
I'm bringing the smoke lil n*gga
This DDG pack that I'm smoking
It got me moonwalking on n*ggas
This .45 I'm toting it's loaded
So we is not arguing n*gga

[Chorus: Prettyboyfredo]
Oh for real? I told him to pull up
He sat back and read it
He cuffing these thots
Boy, you know you regret it
No time for no tweeting
We won't even message
Got smoke in the air
And I can't wait to un-let it
And you knew the killer
How the f*ck you ain't ride?
You touch one of mine
Imma spray for the guys
This DDG pack for all of my guys
This DDG pack for all of my guys

[Verse 1: Prettyboyfredo & Swift Quis]
2 or 3 hoes stepping in the Lamborghini
I'm riding round New York with a chopper right beneath me
Real rockstar yeah, you n*ggas wanna be me
His b*tch just called, said she can't wait to see me
Yeah, he really fell in love with Rubi she a treesh
(Streets)
n*ggas start talking when they get a deal
Go check the stats, man I been had a mill
My net worth so high, my sh*t sit on the Hills
You n*ggas fell off, we don't care what you bought
He all on the 'Gram tryna flex with a watch
Shots are direct, so we make sure you drop
n*ggas be broke all they can do is talk
Fredo like Kobe, I'm Shaq with block
Blueface [?] he made your sh*t pop
Not time to waste so don't need him to box
She tried to kiss me not loving no thot
Don't cuddle no b*tch, I cuddle my Glock