Packs Lyrics

I got my money up

And it ain't coming down

I hit my buddy up

Give bro the fucking crown

Packs after packs after packs after packs

Yea

Packs after packs after packs after packs

You ever have that purple orange super sticky stuff

Nigga you ain't up

You just told yo mans yo shit it sucks

Trichome crissy'd up

Roll my weed

Then left in a rush

Purple bands is tucked

That's 2 racks

Inside my Fanny clutched

In the function

Booted up

Yea I'm booted up

Smoked damn near 10 L's

Nigga I ain't have one scooby blunt

Boy welcome down to hell

I'll be schooling ya

Told my fuckin patna

Look here brother

We'll be truly up

Band I pop it

Band I pop it

Make make moves on hush

I just need a 150,000

Imma get it imma touch

Imma prove it like from nothing

Niggas faking and they bluffin

Icy chain I'm feelin stuffin

Watch da floor

From da sky

Got so high

I'm so fried

Nigga stop

You don't smoke like that

Bitch you tweak and talk to god

But not me

Ok I'm cappin sometimes when I hit the blunt I start to tweak

But that's only cause my mind it be plottin like all damn week