Packs

Backseat, riding with the trays, rock bottom

That'll turn that ***** to a ghost

Ain't no love in my city, straight drugs in my city

****** walk around this s**t, no hope

Gotta keep the gang here with me, anything hold fifty

****** wanna bang, want no smoke

***** had the cash out, silly, bought the bag out with me

***** tryna stack, show you how it go

Follow my eyes, s**t gon' be right on the prize

Repping the set with the gods

Split up them pods

Run up the check to get high

**** it, my *****, we crying

Out of my mind, most of these ****** is lying

All of my s**t a design

Look at me shine, ***** might hit a few lines

Then I might bang on your dime

Do it, I hope

You do me, Peter Pan, four in my liter, man

Repping the coast

All of my hitters bang, run up and get your man

Word to my bros

Flexing on Instagram, made over insta-fame

Blowing my ****

Punching up instant bands, move like the Crip in gangs

Taking those shorts

Jedi, I came with the force

Roll up and spark up the torch

Enter the corpse, pouring some liquor for cous'

This for the ****** we lost

Don't trap on the corner, killers is in the town

***** not ducking 'round

**** with the growers, hit me, I need your loud

Shipping, you get your pounds

I got the packs if you got the racks

Twist up a zipper, then mental relax

Stashing the gas when I fly through the map

Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact

I got the dough, who got the dro'?

Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road

Roll up a spliff to the face and reload

Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

I got the packs if you got the racks

Twist up a zipper, then mental relax

Stashing the gas when I fly through the map

Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact

I got the dough, who got the dro'?

Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road

Roll up a spliff to the face and reload

Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

Call me the pack-tifist, smoke hella ****

Travel all through the atlas and planting my seeds

Grew to a money tree, as it should be

Got some young ****** gunning while on LSD

They want my hundreds, start hitting the *****

When I open like auras, she thought I was cute

Hold up, now you retreat

Make you bow to the feet

I ain't rocking designer, red bottom my speaker

Don't get your people annihilated

Sip the sap and my pupils be dilated

I reside in the group with the finest ladies

Free my mind now I move with no limitations

We just demonstrating, dollars circulate

Blowing recreation, ***** penetrate

Ain't no ******* trophies when you in the grave

Throw your girl emoji, she just give me face

Never gave me faith, had to push it in place

Manifested my future on daily basis

Getting stoned like Medusa, 'bout getting paper

Cop a P, then we move it, don't tell the neighbors

Only blow OG, that potent flavor

*****, roll me a dollie and then I face it

Wrap that s**t tight so they cannot trace it

Fed Ex sent me a text that the package made it

I got the packs if you got the racks

Twist up a zipper, then mental relax

Stashing the gas when I fly through the map

Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact

I got the dough, who got the dro'?

Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road

Roll up a spliff to the face and reload

Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

I got the packs if you got the racks

Twist up a zipper, then mental relax

Stashing the gas when I fly through the map

Got it on me, *****, know it's a fact

I got the dough, who got the dro'?

Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road

Roll up a spliff to the face and reload

Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go