Sell a lot of Packs

Say he sell a lot of packs though
I don't really know
But I smell a fucking rat bro
Somebody snitched on me
And somebody's getting clapped yo
I'm just talking facts bro
Call me when the stash low
Flipping fucking packs yo
Got me having cash flow
Always getting ass yo
From some fucking trash ho
They let me fuck they ass
Cause they like the things I flash yo

Yo this shit is not fun bro
Police gave chase
So I had to toss a bundle
They're looking for my gun though
Pulled over stressed
No I ain't having fun no
Keep one in the trap
But they're never finding that so
They gonna have to let me go
Smelling just like fentanyl
Yo man I'm rolling with a fat sack
Everyone knows that I run a tight crack shack
Yo yo yo
I don't smoke mid-grade
I smoke skunk skunk skunk
And I keep a
Chunk chunk chunk chunk
One on my waist
Another in the trunk trunk trunk
Known to let er off
If you want some funk
I shot a man
Talking shit straight drunk
Time to fucking run
When you heard me pump pump pump
And when I hit the stage
Shake that rump rump rump

Say he sell a lot of packs though
I don't really know
But I smell a fucking rat bro
Somebody snitched on me
And somebody's getting clapped yo
I'm just talking facts bro
Call me when the stash low
Flipping fucking packs yo
Got me having cash flow
Always getting ass yo
From some fucking trash ho
They let me fuck they ass
Cause they like the things I flash yo

Heard you flipped a birdy
And you think your one of us now
You ain't one of us pal
I'll tell you that right now
You ain't got the right style
You don't speak with our codes
You be flipping here and there
Pieces of our big loads
My straps hold a shit load
I'm flipping like a ship load
Talk in person never call
That's the fucking protocol
Break it you'll get shot and all
Probably coming out the mall
Once it's done I'll get a call
My hitters got a southern drawl
I don't understand him at all
But fuck it man we have a ball



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Writer(s): El Guapo Chapo
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