JUGG PACK $$$ lyrics

by

Kankan


[Verse]
Yo b*tch got that fire neck
Im pouring up this hi tech
I got hi tech fever
Whipping Justin Bieber
She get on her knees bruh
This di*k what i feed her
Im smoking on this loud boy
Im up here with Jesus
Pray for me, pray for me
And pray for all my enemies
These n*ggas they just hating
These n*ggas just plotting
Keep a tooley on me they can't do me like Bin Laden
Snakes in the grass so i had to mow the garden
Say he looking for me pull up on me get it popping
30 in my pants run up on me imma pop it
n*ggas claim they hard you ain't sh*t boy just stop it
Had to hit the mall all designer when im shopping
n*ggas claim they tough
Claim they tough but they ain't sh*t though
Run up on me sideways he can get the clip though
There he go right there
Go right there
Roll down the window
Shoot him in his face
Now his little b*tch is a widow
I warned him
n*ggas get to talking then we whore
Hollows in the Glock
I run out then i got more of them
I warned him
n*ggas get to talking then we whore
Hollows in the Glock
I run out then i got more of them
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