Packs (feat. Yvng Primo & Young Na)
Ot counting stacks
I just flew it back
I just popped a tag
Thumbing through them racks
Back to back
Back to back
I don't fuck with rats
Everything they cap
All them rappers cap
You ain't have the sack
Never run through saks
You ain't catching wreck
Pull up back To back
Black on black
Three five in the wrap
Smoking back to back
Pedals getting mashed
Im gone peddle cash
Numbers they ain't bad
They still getting tax
You out in the field
We gone check the stats
Work bust out the bags
Meet me round the back
Little bitch want me bad
I don't text her back
Because I love to trap
Tech wit the strap
You don't wanna crash
All this dirty money
Rising off my off my hands
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
Look
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
Vvs Got me feeling like the man
On a mission this million dollar plan
Blue faces wrap them in a rubber band
In my mama's basement
Seen a hundred grand
Remember they was trying to play us
Got it popping now they pay us
Run the city like the mayor
Got our weight up
Now we way up
Fly them bitches out
Anywhere I'm at
Fuck them by the three's
Back to back to back
In them suv
Talking back to back
Nigga play with me
If I take a loss
I'm going to get it back
Focused on the flip
Talking acrobat
My nigga in the trap say he need a brick
I sent him to the line
That's a hack a shaq
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
Look
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
I get you P's for thirteen
If you cop ten or more
I will drop it a deuce
This shit like get down or lay down
Trey pound make him stay down so no isn't no copping a truce
Trap my religion a sin if you snitching
Its no competition when I'm in the booth
And if I get a line on a brick of the fetynol
I'll fuck the game up and go back too the boost
I'll call a play done
Niggas my son
I been the one
I throw you two if I know how you come
Cut it with the Fentanyl
Tuck it in the Chevy
Serve it out the Getty
That'll get you heavy
Remember she didn't let me
I done broke the levy running up the bands
I'm not shaking hands
They be taking stands
I won't take a chance
Lawyer paid advance
Case a couple grand
Be there when I land
Sticking to the plan
Do it for the family
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
Look
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
I just flew it back
I just popped a tag
Thumbing through them racks
Back to back
Back to back
I don't fuck with rats
Everything they cap
All them rappers cap
You ain't have the sack
Never run through saks
You ain't catching wreck
Pull up back To back
Black on black
Three five in the wrap
Smoking back to back
Pedals getting mashed
Im gone peddle cash
Numbers they ain't bad
They still getting tax
You out in the field
We gone check the stats
Work bust out the bags
Meet me round the back
Little bitch want me bad
I don't text her back
Because I love to trap
Tech wit the strap
You don't wanna crash
All this dirty money
Rising off my off my hands
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
Look
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
Vvs Got me feeling like the man
On a mission this million dollar plan
Blue faces wrap them in a rubber band
In my mama's basement
Seen a hundred grand
Remember they was trying to play us
Got it popping now they pay us
Run the city like the mayor
Got our weight up
Now we way up
Fly them bitches out
Anywhere I'm at
Fuck them by the three's
Back to back to back
In them suv
Talking back to back
Nigga play with me
If I take a loss
I'm going to get it back
Focused on the flip
Talking acrobat
My nigga in the trap say he need a brick
I sent him to the line
That's a hack a shaq
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
Look
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
I get you P's for thirteen
If you cop ten or more
I will drop it a deuce
This shit like get down or lay down
Trey pound make him stay down so no isn't no copping a truce
Trap my religion a sin if you snitching
Its no competition when I'm in the booth
And if I get a line on a brick of the fetynol
I'll fuck the game up and go back too the boost
I'll call a play done
Niggas my son
I been the one
I throw you two if I know how you come
Cut it with the Fentanyl
Tuck it in the Chevy
Serve it out the Getty
That'll get you heavy
Remember she didn't let me
I done broke the levy running up the bands
I'm not shaking hands
They be taking stands
I won't take a chance
Lawyer paid advance
Case a couple grand
Be there when I land
Sticking to the plan
Do it for the family
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
Look
I call a play
Done
I send a load
Home
I get them things
Gone
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony White
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