TurnEm2APack

We got racks, blow it all spend my money up at sacks
We got glocks we got macs on my mother never lack
Pop the trunk on his ass we gonna turn him to a pack
Call him Mickey for the cheese cuz we know that he gonna rat

We got racks, blow it all spend my money up at sacks
We got glocks we got macs on my mother never lack
Pop the trunk on his ass we gonna turn him to a pack
Call him Mickey for the cheese cuz we know that he gonna rat
Smoking Chronic out the whip let down the window
Police trynna get one up all I hear is 10 4
This chopper make a nigga dance we doing disco
Niggas always call me twin I ain't your kinfolk
And your ho love me I forgot mention
In the crib watching chowder and some Ben 10
I ain't no teacher put I put her in detention
In the hellcat we on go push on the engine
Getting bucks like Giannis I see red like Rojo
Men be acting like bitches
Be acting so ho
Niggas act like I fell off my foreign Rose gold
And my pockets on chubby ain't talking Los tho
We got racks, blow it all spend my money up at sacks
We got glocks we got macs on my mother never lack
Pop the trunk on his ass we gonna turn him to a pack
Call him Mickey for the cheese cuz we know that he gonna rat
We got racks, blow it all spend my money up at sacks
We got glocks we got macs on my mother never lack
Pop the trunk on his ass we gonna turn him to a pack
Call him Mickey for the cheese cuz We know that he gonna rat



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Writer(s): Brandon Marshall
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