Packs in (feat. Doogie Phi)

Yea yea

Yeah

Okay okay

Yeah Felipe

Felipe

I get the pack for the low
Breaking it down in a bowl
I bag it up and it go
You never did it before
Trap on the block it be right by the store
Heard I be juggin a load
He just a cap thought it went for the low
If it ain't sold then the money don't fold
If it ain't sold then the money don't fold

I gave him mid he thought it was gas
Try to come back bitch i'm bussin yo ass
Drop off the pack told em make that shit last
My lil yung niggas be hungry for cash
They come by bundles
We breaking down bells
They wasn't ready we giving them hell
Come through the mail put that shit on scale
Extra on bail cause my nigga in jail
My nigga Doogie goin stay with that fye
You play with that fye
Them bullets will fly
Ain't got no scale I could weigh with my eye
Say he got pressure that nigga a lie
Flip it one time and i watch that shit double
Applying my pressure get ready for trouble
He talking shit give that nigga a muzzle
Stand in the kitchen and watch how it bubble

I get the pack for the low
Breaking it down in a bowl
I bag it up and it go
You never did it before
Trap on the block it be right by the store
Heard I be juggin a load
He just a cap thought it went for the low
If it ain't sold then the money don't fold
If it ain't sold then the money don't fold

I get the pack for the low
Breaking it down in a bowl
I bag it up and it go
You never did it before
Trap on the block it be right by the store
Heard I be juggin a load
He just a cap thought it went for the low
If it ain't sold then the money don't fold
If it ain't sold then the money don't fold

Boomin like a 808
Serving the whole section 8
Meal time get it straight
I got them hundreds on my plate
I'm in the hood shooting dice them bitches give and take
I'm tryna get my pockets fat but this ain't Ricki Lake
Ride or get rode on
These niggas snitching I swear to god you'll get told on
Ya best homie would fold one ya
I'm on a money making mission
Nigga pay attention
I stayed down just to get it
I'm the name they mention
I tot that glock it hold like 33 like Scottie Pippen
A cool nigga spot that heat just like I'm in the kitchen
And catch me running to that money like a speed racer
Keep that number 2 pencil
I'll erase ya

I get the pack for the low
Breaking it down in a bowl
I bag it up and it go
You never did it before
Trap on the block it be right by the store
Heard I be juggin a load
He just a cap thought it went for the low
If it ain't sold then the money don't fold
If it ain't sold then the money don't fold

I get the pack for the low
Breaking it down in a bowl
I bag it up and it go
You never did it before
Trap on the block it be right by the store
Heard I be juggin a load
He just a cap thought it went for the low
If it ain't sold then the money don't fold
If it ain't sold then the money don't fold



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Writer(s): Isaac Ballard
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