Gatpackin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: The Hidden Character]

Panoramic roof on the Coupe
Body on the Vet like a Saber-tooth, hanging banging rocking with the killers and the dealers too ayo
Hand to hand high class shifting out the minerals
Pop a slapping tab got me feeling like its digital yo
I'm chopping crack don't make me bust a move like Mike Jack I'm a smooth criminal
Snatch yo' baby momma ram in in her ass at the Ramada you n*ggas starving like its Ramadan
I lift the gat and rob a Don
This chess not checkers I'm moving pawns ayo
Meeting model b*tches from Milan
Hit they block and drop a bomb up out the Pave Low Ayo
Killers'll knock your top bust or chop if I say so, case closed
Lace my b*tches up with bankroll, stank smoke
Whatever the f*ck I say go
Ducking D's I got to lay low sh*t
Serving jays up out the Sable
Twenty three incredible gats is the label

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Hollow tip in a Glock 19, abracadabra grab the gat and it pop nah mean
Halloween, you rocking costumes Imma rock up the powder clean, Nack Mandela fortune telling, really about his cream, counting green
Slap the hustle out a fiend trynna scheme as if gettin’ … Nack Man plan ain't working out for you nearly as easy as how it seem, I'm living this a scene you n*ggas haven't seen in your wildest dream
Badabing f*ck more b*tches than Charlie Sheen, no hassle
Bust through the center like nose tackle with the ?
You think I'm keeping these hoes shackled, my face in gold statues, I'm tryna make my home a castle
Told a rascal what to do with this pack
Showed him how to move in this trap without falling victim to young gods that listen glisten and don't compare this to making music or rap when plug bring the new flavor through its a wrap
The fiend spoke with a British accent and said "Nack that's some beautiful crack"
I ain't think he fold but he told his shoulders that its a really thin line between the humans and rats, shooter clap a new fat Cuban, get yapped’