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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

show you what these movies hitting for
Smoking on ZAA!
Boutta pack a bowl
Then smoke it to the face
Rollin up
Walk up in the club we stinkin' up

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

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

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

done tore up Fairfax

I walk around smoking loud pack

I skirt off in the hell cat





Cazal shades on my face but wait

I can drive a grape wraith

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

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

(Yagi)
Back to the front
I wanna see dust
Pack on demand
Yagi on her glands
Cigarette booth
Stomp out a tooth
K I Double L
Blood on the roof-roof

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

me a cutter that bitch got extensions
I'm money hungry my palms steady itching
Don't get your face stole
Like i'm on that grinch shit
In love with

face
I shot 'em down with a K
Now he's got a bloody face
I'm too scared to kill myself, please kill me
If we're talking about hoes, I got too many
He was

'round the city
I'm with Kevin and Jackie big pack with me
And we met up with some baddies
Gang too pretty if it's litty send the addy
If you got a problem

in my scope)
Girl white like coke, cold white, no snow
Let the pack burn slow
I can feel it in my bones
Cut my vein, bleeding red, bloodied up my bed
I

up pack it out
Took a couple shots, I feel like Pacquiao
Pack him up, he's gone
Pack him up, he's done now
Bigger dreams, we on
It gets lonely after

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

U dig, u dig U dig, u dig, u dig (sure sure)U dig, u dig, huh (sure sure)Wo, they do
HOOK They know my face, they know my name, they know my spot

to the top
Ain't talk chings and I don't talk nonsense
Come along way from dropping them K's on the packs
Now i'm plotting up all of my options
If you with

blickys pack a punch
Been totin' guns since middle school, my momma pack me punch
I ain't duckin' no niggas, I'm stackin' up figures, I ain't worried about

the kitchen
Serving up y'all parents good shit, they be sniffing

Glizzy in the back getting fried like a chicken
Lil' Sammy Pack, crash load, failed mission

of fact

Go ahead and pack them bags and leave
I'm not into you
You better call your homies
And bitches too
Yeah, I'm not into you please stop it with

I'm on a scooter lil hoe I don't skate
Gotta ripstick
Rip sticks right to the face
Man this s**t so potent it's a rip stick get it
I don't just put

these dead faces it feel like a haunted house
Had to get my name in diamonds from the packs I'm bussing down 
I'm focused on the backend I'm always out

in yo face
Say you on the move, where you at then
Swore on your bro you get cake
Guess he bout to turn to a pack then
Real nice views on the cape
No, I