Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bust Em Out The Pack , by - Billionaire BurkeRelease date: 29.08.2019
Song language: English
Bust Em Out The Pack |
| I just bust them out the pack |
| Yeah, a nigga need to win |
| Had run my money up |
| Yeah, a nigga tryna spend |
| Hit my migo on the jack |
| Told him re-up with the ten |
| Give a fuck about these hoes |
| I just need a couple Ms |
| I just bust them out the pack |
| Yeah, a nigga need to win |
| Had run my money up |
| Yeah, a nigga tryna spend |
| Hit my migo on the jack |
| Told him re-up with the ten |
| Give a fuck about these hoes |
| I just need a couple Ms |
| 213, that’s area code |
| I been trappin' from |
| Yola jumpin' stupid fast (Yeah) |
| Money comin' extra dumb |
| Hit the 405 on the road, I been with the plug |
| 701, Mexican, I get seneloa love |
| I did fairly well in school |
| I did better with the drugs |
| Them narcotics was my friends |
| I would give them bricks a hug |
| I would cut through all the tape |
| Just to bust ‘em through the glove |
| Get the money, blow it fast |
| Talkin' 30 in the club, yeah yeah |
| I can’t lie, yeah, I took a plan to Medellin |
| When I came back to the States, I was gettin' all the keys |
| Tell a nigga what you want, I can get you what you need |
| 30 here, 50 there, I was movin' everything |
| I just bust them out the pack |
| Yeah, a nigga need to win |
| Had run my money up |
| Yeah, a nigga tryna spend |
| Hit my migo on the jack |
| Told him re-up with the ten |
| Give a fuck about these hoes |
| I just need a couple Ms |
| I just bust them out the pack |
| Yeah, a nigga need to win |
| Had run my money up |
| Yeah, a nigga tryna spend |
| Hit my migo on the jack |
| Told him re-up with the ten |
| Give a fuck about these hoes |
| I just need a couple Ms |
| They say more money, more problems |
| Bitch, I’m here for it |
| I knew that this day was comin' |
| So I stayed prepared for it |
| Was movin' bass |
| Fuck the tempo, ride the snear for it |
| Get in the whip knowin' it’s dirty |
| Say a prayer for it |
| Whoa, slaat, yeah, for it |
| It’s a dirty job but somebody gotta do it |
| The work won’t move itself |
| Shit, somebody gotta move it |
| Four felonies deep, yeah, they know my jackets proven |
| I was into sellin' drugs, nigga never into using |
| I wanted better things, then I wanted everything |
| I was married to the drugs, I ain’t need a wedding ring |
| Then I got some pro tools, now they know a nigga name |
| I thank God for this music shit every day |
| I just bust them out the pack |
| Yeah, a nigga need to win |
| Had run my money up |
| Yeah, a nigga tryna spend |
| Hit my migo on the jack |
| Told him re-up with the ten |
| Give a fuck about these hoes |
| I just need a couple Ms |
| I just bust them out the pack |
| Yeah, a nigga need to win |
| Had run my money up |
| Yeah, a nigga tryna spend |
| Hit my migo on the jack |
| Told him re-up with the ten |
| Give a fuck about these hoes |
| I just need a couple Ms |