Packs
A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If we get it there in the morning, then I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If I get this money back home, yeah, I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
One fifty, six hundred, no fifties, all hundreds
I've been going crazy with the pack
All summer watching king pins go under
From talking on the wrong number.
This shit is coke, no heater in the house
My hands warm for cooking coke
Ex by the bone, my fingertips burn from the roach
First class I dont fly coach I roll up and smoke
I'm graveyard shift yeah, its late when they come out
One fifty, Imma push till I run out
I was out in Indiana before I hit Atlanta
Had it popping out and used some Detroit
Anne Temper, make them taste a hammer
I pray my shit don't jam up
I brought a hundred K on the plane
And when I landed, all I heard is
"Come here, and put your hands up!"
A bunch of fucking questions I wont answer
I'm really on!
A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If we get it there in the morning, then I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If I get this money back home, yeah, I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
Three hundred, one milli
All hundreds, no fifties
I've been on the road with the pack
No shipping, I'mma double up on each round
And New York City, North Philly, NY
Im chopping game and cutting coke up in the shine
Travelodge I sat her down,
I put her picture up and told her hold me down!
Shes turning tricks, I'm burning splits
Im blowing kush, and purple piss
Im pushing Chris and black tar
Somebody lie them, I'm a mother fucker rap star!
Bitch, Imma turn up, I do one hundred twenty
I told her money makes my dick hard, so get it for me!
Ain't a trap, floor covered with stacks
The smell of fresh Cush, while I bust, open the pack!
A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If we get it there in the morning, then I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If I get this money back home, yeah, I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If we get it there in the morning, then I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If I get this money back home, yeah, I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
One fifty, six hundred, no fifties, all hundreds
I've been going crazy with the pack
All summer watching king pins go under
From talking on the wrong number.
This shit is coke, no heater in the house
My hands warm for cooking coke
Ex by the bone, my fingertips burn from the roach
First class I dont fly coach I roll up and smoke
I'm graveyard shift yeah, its late when they come out
One fifty, Imma push till I run out
I was out in Indiana before I hit Atlanta
Had it popping out and used some Detroit
Anne Temper, make them taste a hammer
I pray my shit don't jam up
I brought a hundred K on the plane
And when I landed, all I heard is
"Come here, and put your hands up!"
A bunch of fucking questions I wont answer
I'm really on!
A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If we get it there in the morning, then I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If I get this money back home, yeah, I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
Three hundred, one milli
All hundreds, no fifties
I've been on the road with the pack
No shipping, I'mma double up on each round
And New York City, North Philly, NY
Im chopping game and cutting coke up in the shine
Travelodge I sat her down,
I put her picture up and told her hold me down!
Shes turning tricks, I'm burning splits
Im blowing kush, and purple piss
Im pushing Chris and black tar
Somebody lie them, I'm a mother fucker rap star!
Bitch, Imma turn up, I do one hundred twenty
I told her money makes my dick hard, so get it for me!
Ain't a trap, floor covered with stacks
The smell of fresh Cush, while I bust, open the pack!
A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If we get it there in the morning, then I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If I get this money back home, yeah, I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
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Writer(s): 0, Gilbert Anthony Milam Jr.
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