Flipping packs ft. Saint Nico Lyrics

Me and my youngins spittin' on the track Real motion gang, you know we don't lack

Like a drug dealer, we flippin' them packs Makin' hella stacks, gettin' that bag

Me and my youngins spittin' on the track Real motion gang, you know we don't lack

Like a drug dealer, we flippin' them packs Makin' hella stacks, gettin' that bag

Saw lil' nigga dishin', we cookin' the kitchen Watch bitch niggas act like we cleanin' the dishes

That nigga was fishy, so niggas went fishin' He gon' be the thing that his mama was missin

We was by the stove, gas is hissin' By the stove, nigga, where is you at

Bake a bundle, then we bring that shit back You mess with us, my niggas know where you at

You don't wanna find out what my niggas pack We be flippin' dope like a flapjack

Knock a nigga out, need a ice pack Made him ask where the fuckin' lights at

Look at Brody's wrist and tell him, ice that Then we hop in a Bentley, a Cadillac

Fuck a Caddy, yo girl, that's where daddy at I'ma step in and tell her daddy back

Then I bend that bitch over, get up in the cat These niggas out here doin' this, doin' that

Skinny pockets, they ain't get to a bag They ain't comin' close to where we at

Me and nigga got what these niggas lack A game plan, yeah, we move with a strat

Put some real niggas watchin' our back Cause all my niggas got attachments attached

Cause we stay strapped when we flippin' packs

Me and my youngins spittin' on the track Real motion gang, you know we don't lack

Like a drug dealer, we flippin' them packs Makin' hella stacks, gettin' that bag

Me and my youngins spittin' on the track Real motion gang, you know we don't lack

Like a drug dealer, we flippin' them packs Makin' hella stacks, gettin' that bag

Rags to riches, 24-seven workin' on my vision It ain't 2020, but since a youngin' I been

Pimpin' But don't get it twisted

I'm talkin' bout y'alls bitches in the DM She sayin' that she wanna link in the AM

Sayin' that she wanna ride it like a BMW The two-door coupe, got her ass on the dash

She confusin' my shit with my tool Time passin' by and I keep her in the loop

She sayin' I do it better than you But I don't be showin' it

Got bitches in rotation blowin' it Zeros in my account loadin' it

Me and my youngins spittin' on the track Real motion gang, you know we don't lack

Like a drug dealer, we flippin' them packs Makin' hella stacks, gettin' that bag

Me and my youngins spittin' on the track Real motion gang, you know we don't lack

Like a drug dealer, we flippin' them packs Makin' hella stacks, gettin' that bag