Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter John Handy
Songwriter
Jesse Wilson Handy
Songwriter
David Brandon Trinell Coleman
Songwriter
Sequan Fuller Davis
Songwriter
Lyrics
This pack that I got came from Sampson
No Mr. Nice Guy, keep a small circle
I cannot fuck wit no randoms
Smokin' that gas, got me in space
I need two joints, that's a tandem
Back to back spliffs now I'm lampin'
This is that za nigga anthem
This is that za nigga anthem
Niggas might Smoke you, no phantom
Threw me some brain it was something like cramming
Click on me, so don't come pop up with that spamming
Ate my whole shit lil bitch was u famished
Whip out she panic, Jack meat no Janet
If bread ain't the words ya mouth then it's Spanish
Never fell off I stilll make it vanish
Cannon I'm flashing it candid
Fight fair, na I'm real underhand
She got the hots, so she Stalk me no camping
Ambidextrous vac me 2 handed
Sanded ya paper look rough u like damn it
Sucka mc
The mc for my cock or my chances
Blunt of the tree like I took off a branchin
My wallet a bible I'm reading bout Sampson
I got the metal you know that I am champing
She go all night with the neck she vampin
Thotie lil snack I'm jus sampin'
Back to back hoes I'm in tandem
Don't shoot my shot I'm jus jamming
I'm with the guys I don't panic
Stomp em to hell he satanic
This pack that I got came from Sampson
No Mr. Nice Guy, keep a small circle
I cannot fuck wit no randoms
Smokin' that gas, got me in space
I need two joints, that's a tandem
Back to back spliffs now I'm lampin'
This is that za nigga anthem
Why would you lack
There ain't only money in packs
When they say Ps
We know what that means
Must get to a bag
I stay wit a horn just like a stag
I say all the shit that's gone make em mad
But it's the truth Claim you a real one
Then how is you mad
I took that lil chick out her glad
made her go upgrade the bag
Now it's a Hilary
Little mama just needed just some help
She go do deadlifts to build up her shelf
I balance on it like medicine ball
That's good for my health
That's some real backend
I'm blacking on beats
N I beat them to death
They lookin for fouls
But there is no ref
you want no smoke
Learn how to
Play thru the contact
Like smokescreens
Off of this zaza I'm ever observant
Watch out these fakers be switchin like star scream
That's a old reference
I'm OJI
Black still don't crack like my og's
my Aunty 80 off ganja
I know niggas on E way do 90 b rolling
This pack came from samson
Long hairs on it wit some princess cuts
VVs shining
It's some za for sure
everything must go
Except the locked doors
Know Our formation a rare form
It's only right we in rare form lol
This ain't something you prepare for
It's a lock
This pack that I got came from Sampson
No Mr. Nice Guy, keep a small circle
I cannot fuck wit no randoms
Smokin' that gas, got me in space
I need two joints, that's a tandem
Back to back spliffs now I'm lampin'
This is that za nigga anthem
Wow
No time to contemplate
I got a immaculate habit that comes
The size a foot of a rabbit
That shits hard to break
I ain't breaking nothing but this weed up
Mater of fact i need three blunts
Been along day but a good hual
Shit what should i splurge on
A sev of the zaza
The size of bunks cigar
Whether the vine or the wire
I got her ear so she play position ahh
I guess she's a fan now
Spinning out because she cant control me
Sorry baby
No sense in blowing Im already the coldest
Brrr ha
She screaming out bloody murder ha
Suggest that you get a fur for ou
I bet that that pussy purr for mwen
Vernacular switch off of barbancourt
Or a blunt or two
Got to keep rolling till we all cheesed
That's a mixed bag
Got a few flavors in the blunt
Calling me Willy the chef when I puff
This pack that I got came from Sampson
No Mr. Nice Guy, keep a small circle
I cannot fuck wit no randoms
Smokin' that gas, got me in space
I need two joints, that's a tandem
Back to back spliffs now I'm lampin'
This is that za nigga anthem
Writer(s): Jesse Handy
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