Bass Santana – LoudPACK lyrics

To Bass be the glory

[Verse 1: Kilo Jr.]
Sippin' that lean, codeine I dream
Weighing out drugs in the triple beam
Kilo be the plug, he about to [?]
Nigga got stripes like a referee
Hit a couple stains like Mr. Clean
Had to get the money by any means
Breaking all this bread, share with my team
Anger problems so I smoke on green
Strap in my lap, I'm finna squeeze
If a nigga run up, he get hit with the beam
Put a dot on your head if you're fucking with me
A nigga mad chill, it ain't hard to see
Got a bad bitch and she all on me
Shawty off a bean, now she feeling me
Put it in the gut and I made her scream
[?] she can't lay with me
When these licks hit my line gotta [?]
You a bum ass nigga, you ain't chasing green
Don't hit my line, you can't hang with me
All my niggas so dangerous
I know a couple niggas that be banging bloods
I know a couple niggas that be banging crip
If you try my clique, you won't look the same
You'll have a better chance just running away
Came with the heat, we gon' let it spray
Put it in the face just like some mace
Nigga make a move, I won't hesitate
You a weak ass nigga like a featherweight
You a bitch ass nigga like a poodle breed
Bape on my body so I look Supreme
Gang, gang
Bape on my body so I look Supreme
Gang

[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Loudpack, loudpack, loudpack
Who serving that loudpack? (oh my god)
Smoke dope, dope fiend, dope fiend
Bitch you got that loudpack
Loudpack, loudpack, loudpack
Who serving that loudpack? (oh my god)
Smoke dope, dope fiend
Bitch you got that loudpack

[Verse 2: LxuiSavage]
This that shit that I spit
Her pussy wet, got her lit
Sipping lean, bitch I'm weak
I feel like [?]
I feel like [?]
I feel like [?]
Got Supreme on my chest, hella weed in my chest
My plug said he got a nympho, yeah she love the sex
Bad bitch give me neck
Took a chain [?]
[?] the pussy work, but I let 'em smoke the rest
Bitch I'm a savage
Bitch I be balling
I go and get it when that money be calling
See me lacking but that boy ain't bout what he talking
Yuh, pull up with them ratchets and put bodies in coffins
This that shit that I spit
She trying to fuck [?]
Call up Spooky when I need a free pint of lean
This that shit that I spit
She trying to fuck [?]
Call up Spooky when I need a free pint of lean

[Verse 3: Bass Santana]
Hold my dick with the pack
Take a sniff [?]
I ain't fucking no more hoes until I hit a lick
Juggin' out my main bitch, whip with the shits
Took a hit and she ain't ever been the same since
God damn it, how do you manage?
I smoke that dank from planet [?]
It do some damage
Up in that pussy, [?] I dab it
She get so ratchet
Up in that pussy, [?] I dab it
She get so ratchet
Aye, turn up, Bass
All my hoes got attitude problems
She take dick, I take her bullshit
Bisexual, bipolar, gotta buy everything in the store one lick
Talk that talk, don't talk to me
Silence that nigga like E
Young Bass god with the steeze, aye
Only 'til a nigga OD, aye
Run it, god
Pick a lil green for the summit
Mama mia, hold on
Look at god, showed your bitch how to bun it
I don't need to turn up like ooh
Never hear me say "I do", yeah
They don't like the way I move, yeah
[?] verse on my baby honey
Better have my motherfucking money

[Chorus]
Loudpack, loudpack, loudpack
Who serving that loudpack? (oh my god)
Smoke dope, dope fiend, dope fiend
Bitch you got that loudpack
Loudpack, loudpack, loudpack
Who serving that loudpack? (oh my god)
Smoke dope, dope fiend
Bitch you got that loudpack