Skatterman, Snug Brim, Kutt Calhoun - Pakman lyrics
[Skatterman, Snug Brim, Kutt Calhoun - Pakman lyrics]
It's the Skat Man, raised on the block
Pushin them packs, man, hard, soft and rock
I bring it back, man, even when it's hot
If you infoltrate the team
I'll make it clap, man
Way before the dates and the rap fans
You can find me, 20 years old
Tryna stack grams automatic in my lap, man
Always down for the cat-scan
Put the work in the trash can
Blow half on the OZ, so when
The Summer come, I can smash, man
Puttin bricks on boats
Gettin drunk off of mad dog
20 20, that's how I was raised
Went from 30 bucks to throwin
A watch in the boll
To a nigga giving orders
To making them young niggas desifer the codes
Got the green, got the white for your nose
Survin cream to the feends
Walkin around with a pipe in they rolls
From the plastic to the trap stove
I take the game and spell it out for
All my hustlers doing life in the hold
It's the
Pakman, you want it, then I got it
Pakman, I'm all about my prodict
Pakman, got everything you need
Pakman, pistols, coke and weed
I guess you amuse me
That's why I talk to my piece
My homie Pakman
The only nigga to talk with his beef
Went off the leash, still put 5 on the grill
You rather get billed, or take
That thing off my waist, and get killed
I can't control it, he be speaking in tongues
Your boy get dangerous, hit the streets
And leave a leak in your lungs
I hops the cap
Got a little homie that'll drop you flat
Only 10 inches, weigh about 4 pounds
It'll rock you back
With Pakman, I got the strap, man
Black knives, 45s, APs, AKs
AR15s, plus them packs, man
Don't run your mouth
If you ain't ready for that funk shit
It's deadly when I walk out
I got a Smith And Wesson in my trunk
Catch you slippin up on the
Streets without my faithfull, my Billy
I'll give you a face full, you silly
Niggas ain't heard my tracks, man
I hit you with the black hand
You best run from Pakman
Pakman, you want it, then I got it
Pakman, I'm all about my prodict
Pakman, got everything you need
Pakman, pistols, coke and weed
There's a new rooky on the
14, he's strapped up, he's lookin
Through every nook and cranny
Spottin his box, it's hard to shake him
This pussy given woody for pudding
Niggas in choakholds
Bitches will try to book you for lookin wrong
I'm out here tryna get a brand new loan
Flip this pack so I can scat
That's why I'm seldom at home
My invintory is gettin big
There's a constant interfearance
You pussy, you ain't manly
You the pig of the streets
Call him Pakman, he ain't even go to class
Illegally searching places
Checking these nigga's asses
And giving these snitches passes
It's only 1 room in this town for a clown
It's either him or me, so buck
Then Imma duck, then bust that's how I live
Pick them up nigga, I don't give a shit
Back to how it used to be
I took his life, it's either you or me
I had to kill that nigga
Pakman, you want it, then I got it
Pakman, I'm all about my prodict
Pakman, got everything you need
Pakman, pistols, coke and weed
Pushin them packs, man, hard, soft and rock
I bring it back, man, even when it's hot
If you infoltrate the team
I'll make it clap, man
Way before the dates and the rap fans
You can find me, 20 years old
Tryna stack grams automatic in my lap, man
Always down for the cat-scan
Put the work in the trash can
Blow half on the OZ, so when
The Summer come, I can smash, man
Puttin bricks on boats
Gettin drunk off of mad dog
20 20, that's how I was raised
Went from 30 bucks to throwin
A watch in the boll
To a nigga giving orders
To making them young niggas desifer the codes
Got the green, got the white for your nose
Survin cream to the feends
Walkin around with a pipe in they rolls
From the plastic to the trap stove
I take the game and spell it out for
All my hustlers doing life in the hold
It's the
Pakman, you want it, then I got it
Pakman, I'm all about my prodict
Pakman, got everything you need
Pakman, pistols, coke and weed
I guess you amuse me
That's why I talk to my piece
My homie Pakman
The only nigga to talk with his beef
Went off the leash, still put 5 on the grill
You rather get billed, or take
That thing off my waist, and get killed
I can't control it, he be speaking in tongues
Your boy get dangerous, hit the streets
And leave a leak in your lungs
I hops the cap
Got a little homie that'll drop you flat
Only 10 inches, weigh about 4 pounds
It'll rock you back
With Pakman, I got the strap, man
Black knives, 45s, APs, AKs
AR15s, plus them packs, man
Don't run your mouth
If you ain't ready for that funk shit
It's deadly when I walk out
I got a Smith And Wesson in my trunk
Catch you slippin up on the
Streets without my faithfull, my Billy
I'll give you a face full, you silly
Niggas ain't heard my tracks, man
I hit you with the black hand
You best run from Pakman
Pakman, you want it, then I got it
Pakman, I'm all about my prodict
Pakman, got everything you need
Pakman, pistols, coke and weed
There's a new rooky on the
14, he's strapped up, he's lookin
Through every nook and cranny
Spottin his box, it's hard to shake him
This pussy given woody for pudding
Niggas in choakholds
Bitches will try to book you for lookin wrong
I'm out here tryna get a brand new loan
Flip this pack so I can scat
That's why I'm seldom at home
My invintory is gettin big
There's a constant interfearance
You pussy, you ain't manly
You the pig of the streets
Call him Pakman, he ain't even go to class
Illegally searching places
Checking these nigga's asses
And giving these snitches passes
It's only 1 room in this town for a clown
It's either him or me, so buck
Then Imma duck, then bust that's how I live
Pick them up nigga, I don't give a shit
Back to how it used to be
I took his life, it's either you or me
I had to kill that nigga
Pakman, you want it, then I got it
Pakman, I'm all about my prodict
Pakman, got everything you need
Pakman, pistols, coke and weed