Pack

(album: 11/11 - 2018)

Yeah, you know it ain't nothin but a buncha gang gang goin on
Keep that thang
Packs
Uhh

Oh, oh
The pack can't smoke and run
Oh, oh
Your hoes ain't knocking right
Oh, oh
Your money ain't stacking right
Oh, oh
It's why your bitch ain't coming back tonight
Oh, oh

Break it down, roll it up
She a freak so she know what's up
Hit up [?], all my diamonds cold as fuck
Yeah, know I'm famous so she star struck
Run a play in the clutch
It ain't love, it's just lust
Getting money is a must
It be really hard to trust 'em
I just take my time, no, I ain't the type to rush
You hop up in my ride, you know everything is custom
Let you roll a plane, rep my gang, it's no discussion

I been thugging, I can get'chu plugged in
I been taking gang gang gang where I been
Two cell phones, when I land, I'm spending Yen
The pack ain't right, hit up Berner, that's my man
All we do is win

Oh, oh
The pack can't smoke and run
Oh, oh
Your hoes ain't knocking right
Oh, oh
Your money ain't stacking right
Oh, oh
It's why your bitch ain't coming back tonight
Oh, oh

Half awake, I'm sleepwalking
At the jewelry store, yeah, I'm tryna see some options
It be hard to sleep at night knowing that they watching
Take 'em on a highspeed chase, yeah, I lost 'em
The pack ain't smoking, I don't like 'em, then I toss 'em
Got a pretty white bitch waiting up in Austin
Love to hit the road, groupie bitches used to dog 'em
Now I got 'em waiting on the pack, catching boxes
Tell me how you living if I lose, then I'm right back
Rolling up the pack
Yeah, Bern, all white ash, floor flexing, veg bloom
Look at how that bitch stack
Almost got four pounds of light, yeah, that's quick cash
Why we all living fast?

Oh, oh
The pack can't smoke and run
Oh, oh
Your hoes ain't knocking right
Oh, oh
Your money ain't stacking right
Oh, oh
It's why your bitch ain't coming back tonight
Oh, oh