Pack Gone

[Intro : Quavo]

Woosh, pack gone missing

Migos!

[Hook : Quavo]

Woosh, pack gone missing (Fheww!) [x4]

Houdini me [x8]

Woosh, pack gone missing [x2]

Huh, huh, huh, gone!

[Verse 1 : Quavo]

Yeah, fuck nigga I just took the set, I just took the pot

Hit it with that Shaq' attack, slam dunk!

It's nothing but 33 Larry Bird's in the trunk

We trappin' and cappin' the top floor

White in the trunk, got it smelling like skunk

Gas, gas, they callin' up 12 we gone mad

Here take all these pocket rockets bitch

Put 'em in yo' Birkin bag

What you gone do at the top floor

Grab the parachute, hit the window

Quavo you trippin' hell naw

I ain't gettin' caught with all this indo

[Hook]

[Verse 2 : Rich The Kid]

Pack gone missing, I'm no magician

My diamonds they flyin' like Bobby and Whitney

Walking around with a 50

My bitch in the trap naked in the mansion no bra and no panties

You mad cause I'm rich

Cuffin' and loving that bitch

We smash and we switch

I pull up to bando with bricks in a Bent'

I stand round the trap like a fence

Finessin' I run with the money

I'm wrappin' and shippin' the dummy, Houdini me

The kitchen I'm mixing them chemicals nigga no chemistry

Rich niggas in Paris they takin' them pictures

She suck it, she swallow, you probably kiss her

Woosh! Pack gone missing

Rich The Kid still finessin'

I'M RICH!

[Hook]

[Verse 3 : Wiz Khalifa]

Got so many hoes on my line you think I'm fishing

She might be a girl, turn around that thing gone missing

Her and her start kissing, liquor in her system

Don't be standing near me in the club, go get some bitches

Got a crib without a ceiling when I hit it you gone feel it

It's my new motto, nigga, anyone can get it

Damn, smoking papers, my new crib come with acres

Gettin' cake with just the wave of a hand

You think I had a pay for something

[Verse 4 : Offset]

I think it's a ghost in the city

I hustle I feel like I'm Nipsey

Patrolling you missing, so where did he go?

Send my young nigga kick through yo' back door (BOW!)

As anybody seen the pack lately

They knockin' my door like the candy lady

I don't know what the fuck want these niggas

These niggas be snitchin', bitches want a baby

The pack it gotta go (Fheww!)

Beep, beep! Truck load

Whippin' and cookin' up Anna Nicole

Versace got me travelin' across the globe

Blue money, blue hundreds

The gas smellin' like it's fungus

Woosh! Pack gone missing

Ride 'round the city, 30 round extensions

[Hook]

[Verse 5 : Chevy Woods]

Shout out to all my connects in the hood I'm finally famous

Shout out Big Sean and I don't mean the rapper that coke made me famous

Woosh, hey, they try to get me for the pack

Woosh, hey, like nigga who the strap (Blam, blam!)

Huh, I had to jump it straight out of the pot I be cookin' the oil

Don't got no connect for you pussy ass niggas you'll never be loyal

Beyoncé with all of this money you know that I got a big ego

Robin Hood, I'm in the hood and I'm tryna look out for my people

[Hook]