Pakman Jitt - Mount Up (Freestyle)

Lyrics
Verse 1 -
These fuck niggaz gone respect it or check it
7.62’s make your ass get the message
Disrespect my name nigga you know how I’m steppin’
Keep a big Glock on me ready to crack a nigga melon
I grew up with killers, robbers, and felons
Doing shit these niggaz cant do these pussy niggaz jealous
You was trying to be a rapper I was out here living reckless
Send my killers at you come and take that cheap ass necklace
I was raised in the trenches where this shit cut throat
3 all nighters straight bitch I want the gusto
I’m war ready pussy we can Mount Up boy
Just made another 100 time to count up boy
Bullet in his dome how they found that boy
Catch him in that deep water we gone drown that boy
All that flossing on this block get you stepped on
We aiming for your dome might as well don’t have no vest on
We can go to war pussy you know my check long
Call me Nicky Barnes bitch I got that heroin
Jumped on i4 headed up the interstate
Big Glock on me with a car full of dinner plates
Told my dawg by the summertime we gone be sipping ace
Nigga try to stop us we gone spin on em like center plates
Most of these bitches playing both sides really fake
Nigga don’t want no smoke don’t want to feel this drac
Better stick to rapping better stick to capping
Cause if we pull up to your weak ass show we want some action
You niggaz trying to twitter beef I’m trying to pull up blasting
Showing all that fake love stay the fuck from round me
Keep a fully loaded choppa boy can’t let em down me

Hook:
These fuck niggaz gone respect it or check it
7.62’s make your ass get the message
Disrespect my name nigga you know how I’m steppin’
Keep a big Glock on me ready to crack a nigga melon
I grew up with killers, robbers, and felons
Doing shit these niggaz cant do these pussy niggaz jealous
You was trying to be a rapper I was out here living reckless
Send my killers at you come and take that cheap ass necklace
I was raised in the trenches where this shit cut throat
3 all nighters straight bitch I want the gusto
I’m war ready pussy we can Mount Up boy
Just made another 100 time to count up boy
Bullet in his dome how they found that boy
Catch him in that deep water we gone drown that boy
All that flossing on this block get you stepped on
We aiming for your dome might as well don’t have no vest on

Verse 2:
Can’t trust these niggaz I move dolo
Everyday on my hip it’s 4-0
Pounds of gas and they going for the low low
Everyday a nigga gotta duck the po po
Good dope got em’ coming back like a yo yo
He want a dime so I served his ass a bolo
Cross Lil Pak you got to go bro (you gotta die)
What the fuck mean bitch I’ll put you on a shirt
Chop ya top off like a Vert
Run up on Pak you get smoked
What the fuck you mean I’ll come and cut your throat
Sneak dissing on the gram Pak ain’t with it
Drop a bag on ya bead my killers pay you a visit
Latrell Spreewell with the choppa we gone keep spinning
Do a nigga dirty and don’t say a word like P Diddy

Hook 2:
These fuck niggaz gone respect it or check it
7.62’s make your ass get the message
Disrespect my name nigga you know how I’m steppin’
Keep a big Glock on me ready to crack a nigga melon
I grew up with killers, robbers, and felons
Doing shit these niggaz cant do these pussy niggaz jealous
You was trying to be a rapper I was out here living reckless
Send my killers at you come and take that cheap ass necklace
I was raised in the trenches where this shit cut throat
3 all nighters straight bitch I want the gusto
I’m war ready pussy we can Mount Up boy
Just made another 100 time to count up boy
Bullet in his dome how they found that boy
Catch him in that deep water we gone drown that boy
All that flossing on this block get you stepped on
We aiming for your dome might as well don’t have no vest on

Written by:
Kelvin Riggins

Publisher:
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