Packs

I stay smoking the pack
You stay smoking them blacks
I find a thick fine ho' and attack
Ain't no holding me back
I got gas in a bag, roll'lat
I ain't passing it back
She throw that ass back (hold up)
That's a blast from the past

Wake up!
I just start baking the reefer!
I wanna spend the whole day with a eater!
Puffin the "cheeba"!
All the Opps pussy them niggas is DIVAS!
WALK in the spot, they like "LOOK AT THE SNEAKERS"!
PVC you could look through the sneaker!
EBT keep it G ima eat good!
Keep me a Smith & Wesson like EASTWOOD!
Back in the day I was flipping with three plugs!
Serving the loud and base like speakers!
Passing the tech to the bump on BLEEKER!
Moving too fast like, how could I keep up?!
Landed in cells, I didn't even speak bruh!
Mav came home & he told me beast mode!
See yo shit ... and take it, DEBO!
How he hood in the hood but evil!
Glock to the peep hole!

I stay smoking the pack
You stay smoking them blacks
I find a thick fine ho' and attack
Ain't no holding me back
I got gas in a bag, roll'lat
I ain't passing it back
She throw that ass back (hold up)
That's a blast from the past



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Writer(s): Nicholas Burroughs
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