New Pack
Um what I say, hey
Ooo that bitch smell like pine
Yes Lord I got a new pack
For the fye pound paid two stacks
Imma flip that bitch and get a few back
Call me the winter cause I'm bringing cool back
Killing the beat where the funeral suit at
Walk in the spot get it lit yeah I do that
I left with her and her friends are you mad
Trynna tell me how to live who are you, Dad
I'm a grown man I just had to include that
Fucking with me you a target to shoot at
Went to the range every day for the two last weeks
They listening when I speak
All of my shorties on fleek
I get a check every day of the week
I catch a whole lotta plays out the Airbnb
Go be yourself why you envying me
If I told you what I been through, you'd pity me
Thought she was down but she wasn't
Ooo
Silly me
We cooking up in the lab, chemistry
I got my angels with me and a forty caliber
They calling big saleem the boss and the manager
Soon as I see her she wet as Niagara
And I'm hard with no viagra
Uh
Check me out
Remember them days catching plays on the bus
Now to see me gotta pay one of us
When the check clear we can sit and discuss
Money talk I told a nigga to hush
Diarrhea cause I ran this shit up
Scars on my heart imma bandage it up
Make me some art fire some cannabis up
So much you thinking I'm selling it huh
Daddy saleem you intelligent huh
I bust the pack and the next door neighbors smelling it uh
For the fye pound I paid two stacks
Imma flip that bitch and get a few back
Call me the winter cause I'm bringing cool back
How did I do that
Ooo that bitch smell like pine
Yes Lord I got a new pack
For the fye pound paid two stacks
Imma flip that bitch and get a few back
Call me the winter cause I'm bringing cool back
Killing the beat where the funeral suit at
Walk in the spot get it lit yeah I do that
I left with her and her friends are you mad
Trynna tell me how to live who are you, Dad
I'm a grown man I just had to include that
Fucking with me you a target to shoot at
Went to the range every day for the two last weeks
They listening when I speak
All of my shorties on fleek
I get a check every day of the week
I catch a whole lotta plays out the Airbnb
Go be yourself why you envying me
If I told you what I been through, you'd pity me
Thought she was down but she wasn't
Ooo
Silly me
We cooking up in the lab, chemistry
I got my angels with me and a forty caliber
They calling big saleem the boss and the manager
Soon as I see her she wet as Niagara
And I'm hard with no viagra
Uh
Check me out
Remember them days catching plays on the bus
Now to see me gotta pay one of us
When the check clear we can sit and discuss
Money talk I told a nigga to hush
Diarrhea cause I ran this shit up
Scars on my heart imma bandage it up
Make me some art fire some cannabis up
So much you thinking I'm selling it huh
Daddy saleem you intelligent huh
I bust the pack and the next door neighbors smelling it uh
For the fye pound I paid two stacks
Imma flip that bitch and get a few back
Call me the winter cause I'm bringing cool back
How did I do that
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Writer(s): Daddy Saleem
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