Packs In the Snow

Trappin' packs in the snow
Baby whatchu know, trappin' pounds on the low, I'm addicted to that dope
I just play my cards right, I just play my role
She wanna party for the night she hit my jack she hit my phone
I know that they know, pack is tax, its not low
Sometimes I be running out and calling on my bro
Sometimes I be driving round at 5AM its cold
Sometimes I'm swerving in my whip cuz I'm high my eyes are low

I just got a bag of dope, please don't knock me out my zone
I've been playing on this phone, For this cash for this dough
You gon' hit me I suppose, I might answer I don't know
Better be apropos, to you need sum to smoke
I just spent this cash on my pack for the low
Then I took it and I made a lil cash off you bro
When I get it best be fast, if it's gas what you smoke
Cuz this exo ain't gon' last, in my hand, let it go
I just went up on my gas in the past it was lower
In the summertime it's hard to get this pack for the low
In the summer months the drought, got you out, out of dough
But In the winter months, steady trap in the snow

Trappin' packs in the snow
Baby whatchu know, trappin' pounds on the low, I'm addicted to that dope
I just play my cards right, I just play my role
She wanna party for the night she hit my jack she hit my phone
I know that they know, pack is tax, its not low
Sometimes I be running out and calling on my bro
Sometimes I be driving round at 5AM its cold
Sometimes I'm swerving in my whip cuz I'm high my eyes are low



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Writer(s): Dylan Silver
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