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I'm ebk don't care who jack me
Run into me nikkas better klap me
No FedEx but I'm where the packs be
Nikkas Hating On Me They don't show love
You was

made for this shit
Eighth for the pain, right to the face, while I get brain in the whip
Name on the blimp, look in the sky I know Niggas praying I miss

The lambo
I need dat
The bank roll
It be fat
I switch up and flip me green pack
I need all the money believe that
Iced out, feel good
Fresh clothes,

Can't count all the packs I sold
Can't count all the times you froze
Was taking a stand, so I know that he told
Know how to jugg', that's dope
Hunnid

...
What that is you smoking on?
That shit smell like some mid to me cuh
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Mannn.. I just rolled up a stupid loud pack of some kushy
This shit was

smoke?
Get cracked!
I'm begging you!
Please spin back!
I want you put in this pack!
Nigga been making me mad!
I want you put in this pack!
Nigga been

with like four packs and said go flip it
The Henny straight the Dusse straight ain't no more mixin'
We out of space I want the face she trying to kiss me

did a fuck seh fi pack up

Skin it out wide fi mi slide inside
You a ride me a glide & a surf all tides
Fling back mi nuh sight mi a strike wid mi might

passing the gas I'm passing the gas cause that pack on the way
That pack on the way, that pack on the way, fuck fuck out my face
Niggas know I'm rolling

blue faces my new bitch she lookin Asian and she bad as that bitch Blasian Cali pack you know I’m facing amg the Benz we racin got them hittas up in

my stress
Smokin a pack in a T and some sweats
Steady been rolling on go with the set
Fuck what they saying I give it my best
Cleaning my plate till it

Sat in the trap with a pack of food
Gotta break that down and fling that out
36 to a 9 from a 9 to a 4
put a 4 in dots and I'll cling that down
Don't

Where the cash h**

Get a bag h**

I got money in my pocket where you at

This a packed show

I got pack h**

I got ni***** getting money

Aye
They askin who is that man
Yea bitch, its Drew Tha fucking Trapman
I call the plug
I get the pack man
Ask who I am
Im Drew Tha Trapman
Aye
They

Ich bin araber
Black jack mafia
Schnelles geld razzia
Grossfamilien palaber
Starter packs
Bunte racks
Alles was ich mach
Ich geh rein
Ich komm raus

pusht al die packs overdag op elektrische bikes
Ik neem je mee in die centrum life
Ben niet een van die jongens die alleen maar komt voor de sjans vanaf

round
Not texting back in this bitch that's a habit I face fuck a bitch got her talk to me bout
If I keep moving the pack at this rate
I might say fuck it

They on the line tell em that I need a large amount
Price is a price I ain't with the discount
Pack man stack cheese in my bank account
Playing with

Aww man, this is ugly man
You know a beat is ugly when your face scrunches
to the side and makes an unattractive expression
This place bout to heat

wrong with me you know I'm fucked up in my mental
Oh be gentle
Pack it, light it, let go
Take hit slow
Travel thru the ozone

Yeah 210 to the ville I

good night
To your old life
So pack your bags and yell "goodbye"

You seem to think you're a disgrace
But now you need to show your face
Because it's

vibrate
Touch you for place wey go make you craze
Drippin so hard, girl that smile on your face
Fuck you through time and we drifting through space, yeah.

Renn schnell in den Benz ey
Pack chains so wie Ken ey
Ich lebe fast gebe Gas
No Money no bitches ist was ich hab
Fick dich und die ganze Welt
Full

bag
Smiling in my face when I got cheese, you a funny man
I can't cuff the bitch, she make life harder if I took a honey pack
She see how I'm running