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Chceme jenom stack
Zabalit jen dalsi pack
Soldoutboys jsou zpatky
Zmrdum zabirame flek
Jedeme back to back chci pack two pack
Zas back to trap furt

Mind been going to a real dark place
Been trying to leave it alone
They been asking for the keys to the dope
See 'em trying to save face
Ain't no

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Brand new laces
Fresh pair of jeans, pocket full of blue faces
And I ain't rockin' nothin' basic
Vanilla Rollie on my wrist

little bitch (huh?)
I fucked that bitch named Doja Cat, pull up in a Scat pack (haha)
Windows tinted all black (go, go), bulletproof and all that (yeah)

rapping
I can make a phone call and get packs in
If my nigga cant bring it to me
Then fuck it dog ill go grab it then

I aint  got no trap house nigga
I b

Niggas changed on me but its good
I dont wanna smoke ya wood yeah im good
I dropped the pack on my boy he said its good
Doubled up wit banga now we

working hard for this money
I'm holding it strong like a six pack 
Don't flash yo money on the net 
Before I have my niggas come and get that

And I'll send

madness 
DreDaGoat he da maddest 
He a savage 

Rockstar smokin on a pack all day 
So many niggas tried to ride my wave 
Face guard Pippen, I need my space

face
Html is where i stay
Don't sell my drugs give em all away

Im off a bean inside the aloft
Im smoking secret pack silent hill with the chainsaw
Why u

Bars harder than a pack a punched ray gun
Slap stars if ya think you're smart enough to say some
Toke games, don't play none, smoke jays, prefer

all up in my face
I say slatt
He say slatt
I got runnas leave you missing like da pack
Cause that ain't this
And this ain't that
A hunnit rounds a leave

And you got me fucked up
Ran off with your pack and you thought that you lucked up
And now I’m a stunner
Flex on that bitch while I’m counting blue

No no no, Lil baby
You cannot hop in the whip the mercedes
I need a blunt to myself Imma face it 
Smoking on gas we get high like a Spaceship
Smoking

This stuff for free
They pack us in
Their box of fees
The sell our lives
No privacy

Spots and Snaps and
Face and Goo
By Grams and Twits
By Tok and Tubes

bro to touch down 
Throw em a pack he gon score the touch down I can't wait I'm blowin up in y'all damn face 
I realize I already done won the damn race

it low key
I got your bitch she in the whip and now she sucking off the team
Eye brows on fleek, bad bitch she a freak
Got the pack and Russian cream,

I been trynna get that
Money that ain’t gift wrapped
By the Government trap
Feel like it’s a blood pact
I know what them bloods pack
I know what that

I'm sayin 
I get money 
Fuck all that shit 

I won't go back and forth with no bitch let my money talk (No i can't)
Get that pack flip that shit make it

Mf I am 
Monroe Zion keep ya eyes peeled
Ls gone but the pack gone ride still 
My nigga still tryna make out the slums with it 
Don't just talk about

the journey that's my ending

Sometimes I, try and get some space
Remember it's a marathon, not a race
I wanna kick back, pack a bag
See some sights and relax

greatness 
100 camera's keep a lot of surveillance 
Stupid bills get a lot of them faces

Im pulling up with the plug
My niggas pull up with the pack 
These

Kawasaki


She calls her friends

In packs of ten

Gets a smiley face first class

That never makes her laugh

She calls her friends

In packs of ten

Gets

to you,
Cause I don't get you?
I don't know what to say
Will you save face and run away?
I just don't get you
Let me know what you think
Oh babe
I got a lot

AK Shut Em Down
I throw a party in back
Flew out the pack
I got the b**** we gon leave it at that
She want pounds of the pack
All for 2 flat
F*** all