Wake The Dead Up lyrics

[Intro]
Lost Planets
Ayy
Trip
Metal Gear, yeah, yuh
'Kay, hey, yeah
'Kay, okay, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Pack so loud it wake the dead up, ayy
Heavy on the gas, man, I can't let up, yeah
Young n*gga tryna keep my head up, yeah, 'kay
Make sure all my haters feel it, wish they never met us
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this
They not with the sh*ts, they not with the sh*ts
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this
They not with the sh*ts, they not with the sh*ts

[Verse 1]
I got that super pack, get it off the stack, yeah
Show that b*tch the life, now put her on the map, yeah
Show that b*tch the life, now there ain't no goin' back
Now she don't run unless the YSL is fresh, yeah
That loud sh*t, whole clique on some wild sh*t
That fire sh*t, "this won't make your momma proud" sh*t
I hold the pack down, I can run a hundred miles with it
Stylin' it, what I look like hating? We can all get it
I super set, hoppin' out the latest, yeah
Flexin' on my ex, say hello to my haters, yeah
Gave out so much free swag, n*ggas owe me, I'm the savage, yeah
Tryna ride the wave, n*ggas on that Kelly Slater, hey yeah

[Bridge 1]
Super pack, fresh up out the rack
I just f*cked that b*tch, I put her on the map
Tryna ride the wave, watch 'em follow like disciples
I'm that n*gga, I don't need no f*cking idol

[Chorus]
Pack so loud it wake the dead up, ayy (Wake the dead up, yeah)
Heavy on the gas, man, I can't let up, yeah
Young n*gga tryna keep my head up, yeah, 'kay
Make sure all my haters feel it, wish they never met us
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this, yeah
They not with the sh*ts, they not with the sh*ts, yeah
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this
They not with the sh*ts, they not with the sh*ts

[Verse 2]
Okay, checkmate, b*tch I'm getting paid, yeah
She- she get the yayo, I secure the bag, yeah
Got a lot of ugly habits with a pretty face, yeah
Geeking on that b*tch, she must've thought it was a race, yeah
Renegade, renegade, hey
I don't see no signs of slowin' up
Finesse designer out the bag, finesse designer out the Saks Fifth
Fifteen hundred on the tag, yeah, still gon' let my pants sag, yeah
Thirty rounds in the mag, case these n*ggas acting [?]

[Bridge 2]
Yeah I don't feel no ways, yeah
They tryna kill the vision, they can't stop the wave
Got not much to say, yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
Pack- pack so loud it wake the dead up, ayy (Wake the dead up)
Heavy on the gas, man, I can't let up, yeah
Young n*gga tryna keep my head up, yeah, 'kay (Keep my head up)
Make sure all my haters feel it, wish they never met us
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this, yeah
They not with the sh*ts, they not with the sh*ts, yeah
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this
They not with the sh*ts, they not with the sh*ts