Groundworks – New Packs

Groundworks – New Packs Lyrics

Artist: Groundworks
Song: New Packs

Keep a hammer, Louis lever
Back it out and change the weather
With the sammy, I dissever
Runnin’ from the blue lights, I could never look back

Runnin’ up a brizzy, I finesse and cook crack
Run up on the oppas just to test the new waps
My youngers want a body, told ’em bring me new packs
Opps can’t chat on the team, I hop out the dinger and clear out the streets

Two autos weren’t cheap, but mans still give out the mags for free [b#tch
I’ve been that n#gg# on greaze [Skitz
I want the pagans to scream [b#tch
Why would you talk to police [Switch

I can’t change up on the team
Free my brothers doin’ birdies [Half my n#gg#s doin’ life
They ain’t comin’ home early [Already know it ain’t alright
But they still givin’ out thirties [You could die for a price

‘Cause in my hood, it gets dirty [‘Cause in my hood, it gets dirty
I could talk about death on the track
I got the shank in the back of the cab [Tally
She wanna f#ck, her boyfriend mad, the pussio bought her a bag

Qway I done front me them slabs
Bust the brick, check the stamp [Chop it
From the blender to the clamp
f#ck up the trap, I done ran

Keep the hammer, Louis lever
Back it out and change the weather
With the sammy, I dissever [Ching
She a tally, will forever [Tally

She can hang for the meantime
Sip sour, gotta move shine
Hold the sweets, sixteen bine
We don’t do no petty street crime

Runnin’ from the blue lights, I could never look back
Runnin’ up a brizzy, I finesse and cook crack
Run up on the oppas just to test the new waps
My youngers want a body, told ’em bring me new packs

Runnin’ from the blue lights, I could never look back
Runnin’ up a brizzy, I finesse and cook crack
Run up on the oppas just to test the new waps
My youngers want a body, told ’em bring me new packs

None of them man they want war with us
I was in jail with my borough tucked
You could get dipped, chinged, soaked
I run up in cells and I slice man up

My savages hungry for blood enough
Swingin’ they swords, I don’t fear the rush
Tryna move mad ’cause our guns still bust
But when we get nicked, we do not discuss

We ain’t talkin’ to the feds, no [I ain’t talkin’ to the feds, no
That’s some sh#t that I can’t condone [That’s some sh#t that I can’t condone
I got hitters on the payroll [I got hitters on the payroll
We hide the shotties in the trench coat [I hide the shotties in the trench coat

See I don’t do deliberatin’ [Never
Deliver corn to the pagans [Bow
Bros locked up, waitin’ [Free ’em
I pray God gives him patience

I pray God makes his time fly [Pray God makes his time fly
Me and Smash doin’ drive-bys [Me and Smash doin’ drive-bys
I could never turn a blind eye [I could never turn a blind eye
Send an opp through the white lights [Send an opp through the white lights

Even though we ’bout to take flight [Even though we ’bout to take flight
Still get man down broad daylight [Still get man down broad daylight]
Runnin’ from the blue lights, I could never look back
Runnin’ up a brizzy, I finesse and cook crack

Run up on the oppas just to test the new waps
My youngers want a body, told ’em bring me new packs
Runnin’ from the blue lights, I could never look back
Runnin’ up a brizzy, I finesse and cook crack

Run up on the oppas just to test the new waps
My youngers want a body, told ’em bring me new packs
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From the album:
The G Tape: Volume 1 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2022