Run Thru a Pack

Yeah, okay, I'm burning Redhead Stranger, next to a redhead stranger

Shawty I really don't know you, really might be danger

Keep the sprayer on me like painter knock a nigga out like Frazer

Smoking weed I'm one with nature, I'ma smoke a whole acre

Got it in a smell proof container, damn the boy sharp like a razor

I used to hit the plug on the razor, then I would go cop flavors

I'm a boss but I'm putting in labor, right now I'm getting that paper

So I told her I'll see later, Cold nigga winter, when I'ma be a Gracer

Damn I run through the pack, damn I fuck up the sack

Then I call up the plug, yeah you know I get back

Damn I run through the pack, damn I fuck up the sack