We The Piss Ant Crew

[Intro] *(Heavy bass drops, muffled laughter, lighter flicking)* [Verse 1: DullBlah] Yo, it’s DullBlah, spark the zoot, we ain’t playin’ games, P.A.C. stamped on my jeans, puffin’ flames. Leo in the corner, got that green in his palm, Chunk loadin’ clips—don’t act calm, we stay armed. Trap-house vibes, smoke so thick, can’t see the ceiling, Cracker crew, ripped threads, but we ain’t squealin’. Bring a pound if you step, or keep walkin’ away, 420 blaze, 45 strapped—night or day. [Chorus] We the Piss Ant Crew, PACK in the cut, Weed in our veins, bass in our gut. Long hair, bloodshot, jeans torn at the knee, You don’t bring the gas? Homie, you don’t wanna be me. [Verse 2: Leo] Leo’s here, lighter flick, let the kush talk, DullBlah’s spittin’ fire, Chunk cocked like a hawk. Southern drawl, slow crawl through the haze, Cops roll up? We just laugh, let ’em gaze. Ripped sleeves, smoke rings, devil’s lettuce shrine, P.A.C. on the porch, sippin’ cheap wine. Deadly if tested, but we’d rather just vibe, Pass the blunt, take a hit—welcome to the tribe. [Chorus] We the Piss Ant Crew, PACK in the cut, Weed in our veins, bass in our gut. Long hair, bloodshot, jeans torn at the knee, You don’t bring the gas? Homie, you don’t wanna be me. [Verse 3: Chunk] Chunk in the back, got that .45 tucked, But tonight? We cool—unless you outta luck. DullBlah’s laugh echoes, Leo’s eyes half-mast, P.A.C. stamped on our souls, built to last. Cracker stoners, yeah, but we run this block, Heavy bass rattlin’ windows, no talk, just rock. Every day’s a haze, every night’s a rhyme, Cross us? Wrong move—end of the line. [Bridge] *(All three harmonize over distorted bass)* P.A.C., P.A.C., puff-puff-pass, Ash on the floor, cash in the stash. Weed in the air, bullets in the trunk, You wanna roll deep? Better come with the PACK. [Outro] *(Bass fades, laughter lingers, lighter clicks one last time)*