12 Before 12

(Aye Tana, Fye That Shit Up)

You wrap it, I leave it, I wrap it and shit
Pack touchdown, cash out, handle the business
You the dough man, nigga, I really be dealing
1st class flight, go vacuum and seal it
Jordan 1s, ain't seen it, like "where did you get it?"
Might switch out the Prada or throw on Balenci'
You ask for a front, call me Uncle Sam
I'm taxing, the pack came with interest
It's LoLife Blacc, Mr. 448
I been trappin', that's why I ain't drop no tape
Bust a brick, Kellogg, look like Frosted Flakes
Drop a dub in my mouth just to out my taste
Independent, I ain't sign shit to this day
Did it all on the scale, shit, matter I say
I send three or four boxes, get them out in a day
Pack land, now she trying to swing my way
I got play, still pullin' in the driveway
Why I still got the pot turned sideways?
It's just hitting my phone, getting it gone
Got another play, I was on the highway
Then, I would go bye, you pull up and buy
I told him "I'll see you next Friday"
Told me I was a lie, he'll be dry, he see me two days before Thursday