Wolf Pack

The RFC Wolf Pack's in here
I throw my action in the air
Fuck around an inch around
I only see competition when I'm looking in the mirror
Sipping sangria, foams like icy veneers
Niggas don't wanna shoot the fair

We jump niggas anyway, my niggas don't care
Jack knife like daddy pole
All the way turned up action brutes
Run around like radicals, run through your spot uninvited, like animals
Gold on my strap, ambush, RFC on your back

Fuck, boys get crucified
Survey says one more for the cool gods
And the survey says one more for the cool gods
One more for the cool gods

You can never be too fly
One more for the cool gods
One more for the cool gods
One more for the cool gods
You can never be too fly
One more for the cool gods