Light Pack
• Written by Soulutionz
Recording:View Fullscreen
Lyrics:
Soulutionz's Notes
Soulutionz - Light pack
Album: Crank Da Base! Vol. 2
Vocals: Soulutionz
Song Writing: Soulutionz
Lil Yachty & Veeze - Sorry Not Sorry (remix)
(Prod By. 183zman & K4)
//INTRO//
Ay turn me up in the headphones
Yeah right there is good
Yeah we gon hurt em with this one
Check it out
//VERSE//
You hitta's is light packs
Y'all get dog walked, cause y'all all bark with no bite back
Them spiritual miracle raps belong in the trash, like how could you write that
The only time you'll catch me tuning in is with a face mask and a night cap
These hitters been fraud, they lyrics flawed, yeah I'm exposing all the life hacks
Yeah I been proved that I'm like that, track twelve if you need proof
None of you hitters could f with us, If you do try you get me too'd
So to sum it up y'all some odd folks you and I know we ain't equals
Imma tyrant no resident evil,
Tryna fish for attention, you think about dissing,
I'm turning yo ass into seafood
A can of whoop ass, I tuck in the stash
Now who tryna stir up the beef stew
I'm calling out names if need too
That's for all y'all, I pass to bros if they need a loan
When you most you hitters just ball hogs
I'm 5'7 not inch taller, but who complains bout a sawed off
I heard the beat it was so sick, hit my boss up had to call off
Lil homie done got him a grill, I asked how he feel, he said just like Paul Wall
Flagrantly foul but it's all ball, u know what's wassup
Soon as get on a track, most you hitters just yap
I ain't no regular cat, I'm a lion, you think that I'm lying to rap
I be the best of my gen, you gotta drunk of gin to even be eying my pack
I ain't no studio thug, I do what do I does, cause hitta's be dying from cap
Don't mean that I'm thugging, you hitta's be bugging for nothing
No fronting and I ain't with that,
Bringing out coffin's and shit, when I just be talking my shit like brodie relax
Just look at facts
This perfection that you can't rush
This is more than great, this a plus
They hating cause they ain't us
Rappers tried to race but only ate dust
Said they blew us off the map, when it was just a faint gust
Hitters love to hate but imitate us
Shit so outrageous
But this is what I been bout
Cooking up these schemes ain't telling what I'm gone dish out
If you ain't on team then don't tell me bout to ish now
Just sit down,
Keep ya mouth closed
Competing with me you get outshown
I do it with ease I will not fold
You hitta's be cheesy like nachos
I'm a ahead of the game like top score
Crazy to think you can box bro in one genre uh
Hitta be claiming they hanging wit me I'm like
Put that shit on ya mama uh
Never tuned to the drama uh
I but up a beat then leave for a week then spin again like karma uh
