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breathe
Twistin up backwoods back to back, homie on the way told them grab a pack
Dont like sour dont be passin me that
Smoke what I got and catch an asthma

racks it’s time fa dat
I get da pack
It’s tima Fa dat
I got da bag on me ain’t no turning back
Run wit da racks like I was a quarterback
Plug hit my jack

It's Juan baby
DC Baby
(You know I love when I get that pack in
I do a show and I pick up the back end
I got yo girl bussin' like a Mac 10)
Aye, Yeah

be drippin' on the low yeah
She be drippin' on the low yeah

Blunts in the air and I'm faded
Seagulled that B on my back seat
Road work fanny pack shit

copped ah new burner so i dare them to run up on me 
You know me ima just keep on going running them racks up 
I need me new storage 
Getting them packs

had run it back, get the hunnit pack, get the hunnit pack, get the hunnit pack yeah
Get the hunnit pack, Get the hunnit pack
Lost a couple niggas in

Bout 100 in a pack
1 pack, 2 pack, 3 pack gone
4th pack never left the grab bag
This green Afghan
I'm way past that
I'm like
You need Jesus
I don't

What these people be talkin' bout mane
The f*** they be talking' bout, B
They trippin' yo
Why these rappers pack, but they never give back
They

(White plug and he looking like Tfue)
(Smoke pack boofin' seafood)
Damn, damn, damn
Fuck I be doin' and shit
Nigga you mad cause I ruin the shit
(I

I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough 
Lose it everyday, so I can go and get some more 
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold

my vibe and you saying you the catch
Looking in my eyes
Looking in my eyes
Shawty know I'm high yeah a nigga smoked a pack
Yeah I'm smacked
Shawty

going back
Try to teach me how to act
Never fit in with the pack
Cause I'm good where I'm at
I'm good where I'm at
I'm good where I'm at
Said I'm good

Step down
Sit back
Relax
Do as
I do
Grab a
Xanax
Smoke thrax
Smoke fags
Hit a lick
Flip that
Sell this
Snort that
Pack this
That gat
Toe tag
Step

Pack in the mail & it's sticky like glue
You a bitch nigga yeah we ain't fuckin witchu
I smoked two blunts then came to the Stu
Got my niggas off

back in the sand
Compliments of loading packs in the van
Like to keep the bowl packed when she tan
Lighting js up in plain sight
Pack brownies for

Yeah my niggas be in the field
So we keep them straps we can never lack only time I walk in a trap
Is when I'm flipping packs addicted to these racks

with me dont fuck with the bozo

Birkin back full of this hunnit of bands
Bought a pack whole lotta money i spend
20packs i smoke shit up with ma gang

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

need time now
She need space now
I just need my fuckin pack I smoke her to the face now
Pull up on you at the red ooh let's race now
Drug addictions got

From the bottom I'm just tryna Get my stack up
To close had to tell the bitch back up
And the pack boom
Like a mac truck
Played my role now shorty

Bitch you can't Fuck wit me
You wasn't wit it so fuck you Mean?
Bitch turn your back on me
You think I'm crazy like pack OG
I got that faculty
I got

but she a nat
Imma still beat it from the back
Gucci belt to cover up my ass
You ain't gotta ask I got that pack
Imma dog blame it on my dad
Man these

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

and pack it down
When she touch down I pack it out
We coming if it's the right amount
I'm in the game no timing out
She rub my face I'm handsome now
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