Tooka Pack (Remix)
• Written by NBF-Guyami
you know how I rock, I'm from that block, ya I keep a Glock
I creep I don't walk, and I'm BD so my fingers up,
really from the streets, so you know I got my banger tucked
Look up in the sky, see a cloud, and it look like duck
brother died right here in this club, I'm like what the fuck
many men, i feel like i'm fifty, but they shoot you up
going savage, I aint twenty one, but i'm growing up
bitch I'm young, you already know, that I am a thug
grab my Glock, I aint shooting birds, I'm shootin sixty third
body dropped, put it in a bag, fuck the coroner
with my gang, and you know we tight, fuck a foreigner
opps stand out, we dont need binocs, see him on that corner
shot him once, lean him on a tree, we the fuckin owner
so much pounds, we out on the street, walk up you a stoner
I was young, looked down at my feet, and I saw a clover
pop an opp see him shaking like a roller coaster
O block, youngins roll a six, ya they shootin dice
King Von, died and went to heaven, he killed tooka twice
out your mom, tell you get a gun, that's some good advice
snitch on us, then play hide and seek, but you pay the price
fool his ass, thinkin with his dick so he aint thinkin twice
fool his ass, thinkin that he slick but we see through his lies
fool his ass, say he from the block but never go outside
fool his ass, say he lost someone but he aint never cried
close your mouth, soon as you open, then its suicide
you slip up, we see you hoping, the next day he died
we walk up, give you a flag, but we take your pride
chicken shit, boy that's you, you Kentucky fried
posted up, change locations, but at least I caught the bus
63rd, we say fuck them bitch, they dont want the fuss
you be you, I be me, no you not the same as us
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NBF-Guyami
Member since February 13 2024