Lyrics
It's Wolfpack, bruh
Ayo, It's Wolfpack, look
Uh, look Brody, I'm still tapped in
Whole lotta melanin and still blacking
You never see me in the field lacking
I'm in Wisconsin' touch green with your bae
But Brody, I promise I'm still packing
Bruh I call the plays like I'm Phil Jackson
I pull up with a stick like I'm Will Jackson
It's Wolfpack, bruh
It's Matt from the pak, I'm back with the guys dem
Bitch, I got bars ain't talking Verizon
She push me down and she ride like she cycling
Get it together like hyphens
She gotta jump in them jeans to fit all them thighs in
I'm off the liquor, my ****, I'm twisted
I'm falling like Biden
I keep it glocky just or the danger
She said, yo, Matt from the pak, you be chilling
But some of your **** be twisting they fingers
I need a bratt, I don't need me no Barbie
I need me a baddie, I don't want no Topanga, ****
What
Soon as I pull out, I'm blocking that bitch like a Jenga
I ain't gon cap, ****, Chi hit my phone
Said, Matty, my ****, you going outside
I left that bitch and I got to the stu
And I jumped in the booth and I got in my bag
I got a bitch from the city, she litty
She told me I'm baby dad play for the Jags
Shorty, what
Why you can't hit my phone, girl
You making me mad
Watch how I run it up, run it up
Tredmil on incline, watch how we run it up
Run it up
Smile on my face, but I promise the gun is tucked
Gun is tucked
Man, these ****, these **** ain't one of us
One of us, watch how, watch how, watch how, watch how I run it up
Watch how I run it up just like a tab, ****, is mad
I'm like, damn, they hate to see a **** in his bag
But I got a mag
Empty the clip
Feather the chain, now bend to the whip
Watch how you speak when you mentioning drip
I'm really him, you ain't telling me shit
Nah, I just beat that felony, bitch
Like, like, I'm really lit
Like, keeping the tuck on my hip
Ain't trying to fist, fight
Turn the lights off with the switch, light
I got a pitch, white
Running it up till I get right
I had to run it up like mileage
See my future counting dollars
Make me wanna fuck up some commas
Get money
I had to run it up like mileage
See my future counting dollars
Make me wanna fuck up some commas
Watch how I run it up, I'm bout to blow like a semtex
Bitch out of mind, she really going think
That she stuck with us, came from the bottom like uppercut
Bitch on my line, I tell her fall back, let her sum up
I'm in first place, but the bitch didn't want me
When I was a runner up, I'm counting this paper
Getting that guap, it's matt from the pak
Watch how I run it up, run it up
Treadmill on incline, watch how we run it up
Run it up
Smile on my face, but I promise the gun is tucked
Gun is tucked
Man, these ****, these **** ain't one of us
One of us, watch how, watch how, watch how, watch how I run it up
Written by: Matthew Derrick
