Pure In The Pack

I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
Fuck is you doing, we sending it back, no pure in the pack
Fuck is you doing, we sending it back, no pure in the pack
I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
Fuck is you doing, we sending it back, no pure in the pack
Fuck is you doing, we sending it back, no pure in the pack, nah
Fuck is you doing, we sending it back, no pure in the pack

Eighty something on the Rollie
I bought a chain for the lil whoadie
I bought a brick and poured the whole thing out
That one's for the dead homies
Red mob or it's no mob, get a headshot from that forty
Lil bruh and them turned rat, I was heartbroken when they told me
Put the Maserati on Forgis, I hit the curb off of that dotty
We got the murder rate going up gang, and it's HellGang 'til they moke me
Bandica and these Dolces, that mean I'm loafed up in this bitch
We throw the fours up in this bitch
I never froze up with that stick, yeah
Paperwork hit the folk yard, you get poked up in that bitch
They putting high demands in the soda pop, niggas poured up in that bitch
I be like so what if he switch, that nigga hoed up on that trip
I be like so what if he switch, that nigga hoed up on that trip, yeah

Know I'm four finger banging baby, I'll die about it
You tell your partner 'bout any them homis and you gon' do time 'bout it
My iller nigga Sauce died and you know I cried 'bout it
He was a real one, living through me so that nigga still one
I'm rocking the Rollie that come with the pointers, this ain't a steel one
I hopped in the game, put on the gang, them niggas real ones
I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
Fuck is you doing, we sending it back, no pure in the pack

Ayy I got a family to feed, I got a family to feed
I gotta keep blammy and things, you know that we still in the beef
Pray for the killer's release, pray for the nigga deceased
I used to want a Caprice, that's when I dove in the streets
That's when I ordered the cutie, I run up a half and flip me a P
They think it's sweet in the city, but you can get flipped in a P
They do they shit in the East, they do they shit in the North
Niggas'll pull up in Honda Accords, hop out and body your Porsche, yeah
They going body for body for body and you need a wally for sure, ayy
They going body for body for body and you need a wally for sure
It ain't no more talking no more, you gotta put up a score
That's how you put on for fourth nigga, that's how you put on for fourth, ayy

Know I'm four finger banging baby, I'll die about it
You tell your partner 'bout any them homis and you gon' do time 'bout it
My iller nigga Sauce died and you know I cried 'bout it
He was a real one, living through me so that nigga still one
I'm rocking the Rollie that come with the pointers, this ain't a steel one
I hopped in the game, put on the gang, them niggas real ones
I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
Fuck is you doing, we sending it back, no pure in the pack

I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
Fuck is you doing, we sending it back, no pure in the pack
Fuck is you doing, we sending it back, no pure in the pack
Fuck is you doing, we sending it back, no pure in the pack
I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that nigga
As simple as that nigga
Fuck is you doing, we sending it back, no pure in the pack nigga
Yeah, no pure in the pack nigga