THRAX&PACKZ

Pop molly I'm so dead
Laced with meth it hit my head
Bring the chop fill him with lead
Double cup beside my bed
Paint the room
It's all red
Dripping blood, I hit my head
Pull up in a private jet
I'm too good
She's so wet

Pissed off with my situation
Huffin' down this medication
I just had a long ass fucking talk with this man called satan
All these bitches they be hating
Call my boys up we'll be chasin'
Smoking THRAX got me phasin'
Yeah you live in yo Mom's basement
Yeah you live in yo Mom's basement
Ain't got racks yet but I'm chasing
Got a plan and yes I'm tracing
I'm autistic and embracing
Drivin' cars I feel like racin'
4, 5 blunts yeah I'll face em'
(Talking with this man called satan)
Pourin' Codeine while I'm vapin'
Smoking PACKZ it's amazing
Smoking blunts wit Kam and Jaden
Oh what they say, they be talking shit?
Shut the fuck up before I beat you with a brick

Pop molly I'm so dead
Laced with meth it hit my head
Bring the chop fill him with lead
Double cup beside my bed
Paint the room
It's all red
Dripping blood, it hit my head
Pull up in a private jet
I'm too good
She's so wet



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Writer(s): Samuel Curran
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