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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pack
The Pack
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Johnson
D. Johnson
Composer
K. Jenkins
K. Jenkins
Composer
Brandon McCartney
Brandon McCartney
Composer
Lloyd Omadhebo
Lloyd Omadhebo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young L
Young L
Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gotta hit that bitch, oh go
Go, go, go, go stupid
Go, go, go, go dumb
Go, go, go, go stupid
Go, go, gotta hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
[Verse 2]
S-s-s-s, bitch, gimme sex
Rich **** Benz, my dick like a Lex'
Jump up on that stick like a vet
Yeah, I'm a dog, chase cat like a vet, ay
Yeah, make the puss pop
Eat that skeet, yeah, to the last drop
Pack boys got long dick, **** rich
**** bitch, tryna fuck a **** bitch
Lil' B, Lil' B up in the club
Ice on the neck look like light bulbs
Bling, bling, bling, bling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling
Party at my house, we can fuck till the bed scream
Bead cream, puss cream like a dick fiend
Got base, got base, like a dope fiend
DJ, DJ like Don Lynch
Hot line, hot line get laced up
[Verse 3]
Go, go, go, go stupid
Go, go, go, go dumb
Go, go, go, go stupid
Go, go, gotta hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
[Verse 4]
Go, go, g-g-g-g-go
Quit standin' there, baby, I'm iced like snow
Have you ever seen Lambo's on a 4-door?
Bitch, me neither, but I still fuckin' go
I'm on tour, quickie whack
I need a freak bop know how to bend back
I got a big bat, so I need a fat cat
Stunner got racks, what you finna do for that?
Hop in the scrape thing, fuck the Maybach
No champagne, but the seats go back
My pole stand tall, baby, can you ball?
You ain't gotta talk, but I want that jaw
And my hit gang nice, fit gang tight
I match everyday, I got different color ice
Get a fat stack, throw it out like rice
Them gangstas and strippers, I'm up all night
[Verse 5]
Go, go, go, go stupid
Go, go, go, go dumb
Go, go, go, go stupid
Go, go, gotta hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
Hit that bitch, oh go
[Verse 6]
Yeah, what it do, man? I got a double roll
I go cut a roll, bitch, oh go
Single on the radio, spins gon' grow
Bands on the shelf, spend oh, 'bout four
Hear the microphone, hear the microphone
Hit me on the phone, girl gimme slow
Gimme good-good, I'll give you good wood
Vitamin D, good D, oh go
Yes (Yes), go (Go), go (Go), I (I) I (I)
Ice on my piece (Piece), my piece go (Go)
You don't go (No)
S-s-s-s clique on my hand, hand tatted up
Racks on my fuss, racks on a bus
Call me "L," I'ma call you "Girl"
Come on, girl, I'll rock your world
Written by: Brandon McCartney, D. Johnson, K. Jenkins, Lloyd Omadhebo
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