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My juul pods are leaking this the second pack i bought
Even when i'm faded you are always in my thoughts
On cloud 9, maybe we could have a second

Keep it in my lap
You keep a bitch in yo lap
I don't want no bitch on my back
They get too attached
Grab me a back or a wrap
Roll up a spliff of the pack

girl 
You got me mesmerized 
With your cute ass face and your thick ass thighs
And i know them eyes never tell no lies
Lookin so damn fine let me step

The dust is blowin' so strong
My feet are white, my face is brown
The dust is blowin' so strong
My feet are white, my face is brown
I've got them Big

racks in it , blue face in got sacks in 

Gotta backend gotta fuck that bitch blow her back in 

We goin spin again we goin hop out let em spin the bin

Call the jeweler bust the face 
Ma we here just dry ya face 
Always told me I was great 
Off the runtz I operate 
Niggas say they on it but they frauding

Scar  up. Ya face like Pacino 
My    Niggas handle   Ammo and  bulk
These niggas talkin bout kilos 
I send the pack thru mail wit bow 
Chanel on my

fuckin' yo' bitch while I'm off the lean
Gettin' this guala like nacho cheese
Servin' these percs, got packs on me
Walk in the room its a hunnid degrees

I’m still flipping packs now I can fuck up a couple racks and still be up a couple stacks listen this ain’t rap nigga it’s crack nigga 

I’m still

Ech gette racks forever (Racks)
Ech selle packs forever
Pulle die gats forever (Frr)
Ech gette money forever (Cash)
Ech gette racks forever (Racks)
Ech

I'm focused on money
I used to slide through the east
In a bucket with P
Just to empty my pockets with Krusty
Pack used to come it was musty and fluffy

your black it's almost like having a gun pointed right at your face
You understand that
It's like this
Aye boy get ya hands off my plates
Put that hotdog

except for the heartfelt (what?)
Shit is absurd
So I get higher than God (God)
Then I smoke a pack down to Earth
I'm chasin' the hunnids, I'm chasin' these

nigga slap yo fucking head and you ain't get 'em back
How they take yo main shooter and turn him to a fucking pack
I just got them Newport shorts and slap

Bad bitch looking clean white toes for the feet
Bitch I what you need
Pack bags for the weeks bring yo baggage with me
Bitch I got what you need
You

Face we'll have you lookin like a Muthafuckin waffle
All that noise you always make just Might compel me to be awful
Go to hell blame yourself I'll just

the youngins, you can still get it
You ain't gottta flip no pack (That pack)
(Gotta flip no pack) And Lord knows
I'ma live my sweet life just like Cody and Zack

Man down, man down
Got new plans for a payout
My mind safe house
Run my time it's spaced out
Man show up with face out
Man down, man down, man down

(Yeah yeah)
Big racks, loud pack, .40 on me it got kickback (Boom)
Will Smith, get smacked, no back and forth on the internet (MmMmm)
New jawn, ass

Some how we ran up those racks
Swiping them cards and them packs
Rich niggas pull up in Skat's
Go, skrrt skrrt skrrt, go!
Ain't no come up this ain't

the fuck he saying
If it ain't bread or cake, Fuck out my face
Motherfuckers fake I ain't got shit to say
My gang only speak drug slang
Young trap legends we

When the party is over
And your four-leaf clover
Runs outta green to paint your life
(Boom, boom)
You can make up your face
Just to try to erase

but he wasn't inspired
He fumbled the pack then he got fired
I'm on the road 25/8 I ain't tired
I touch back in the bity with what you desire
Mary Jane

Smoking the pack fuck around then a nigga gone do a lap
Then I told that how come here whole time I was just trynna clap
Ian worried bout Bitch I'm