PACK Lyrics

I think I'm fucked up

I wanna freak

I wanna meet

Eyes low and squintin

I came a lil geeky

I'm in the VIP

Not at the bar

MJ I beat it

I beat all the odds

Poppin' my top

I got some stocks

I keep a rubber cause

I got some thots

They cannot touch you

When you get too hot

All of his fans is some friends and some bots

I put my standards way at the top

Grease in the pan man

I'm 'bout to pop

Stash the advance

That's not all I got

More cash in my sock

Ain't got no hamper

I like to shop

Yes I'm a dancer

I like to bop

Know that I play a lot

I need to stop

Give you smoke

Give you cock

I got the pack

I got the pack

I got the pack

I got the pack

Look at my hands

I got the pack

Look in my pants

I got the pack

Break all your back

Ay-oh

Get in your bag

Ay-oh

I can't relax

Ay-oh

I want it bad

Ay-oh

I got the pack

I got the stack

Look where I am

They up the tax

Look at my gram

Try not to fap

These niggas scam

They like to cap

I'm off the map

Ain't comin' back

Turn on the flash

Like I'm a pap

Booty'll clap

Booty'll skat

Aboo dat m bap

Shit got me jazzed

I got ideas

You wanna hear

I'm on the Pier rollin one up

I'm like a Sia

No chandelier

They try to swing and ask can I fuck

Yeah cause I'm handsome young and a slut

Eat up a man

But still got no gut

Never be damned

I come from the church

Like some gauze in the cut

I got the pack

I got the pack

I got the pack

I got the pack

Look at my hands

I got the pack

Look in my pants

I got the pack

Break all your back

Ay-oh

Get in your bag

Ay-oh

I can't relax

Ay-oh

I want it bad

Ay-oh