Packs

I got the packs

you got the racks

its nothin' a hunnid a stack

cook it up

cook it up

hook it up

she want my name on her back

scribble my name in calligraphy

I'm outta here channel is history

she askin' me hey where you finna be

finna be finna be after them packs

I got the packs

you got the racks

its nothin' a hunnid a stack

cook it up

cook it up

hook it up

she want my name on her back

scribble my name in calligraphy

I'm outta here channel is history

she askin' me hey where you finna be

finna be finna be after them packs

let's keep it plain and simple

the weather forecast call for rain and chippers

I leave yo brain in tatters

gray matter it splatters I drain the temple

I got some hitters I never met

when k9 come sniffin' no evidence

got nothin' to say to the government

bando pay rent but it ain't got no residents

no tenants no paper lease

the pitbull is off of the leash

the dogs the dogs they barkin'

we started the fish fry its poppin' no grease

look at my wrist a stock market crashin' we swipin' and chippin' on these...

the climate is changin' except on my neck on my neck under zero degreez

see us re-up we up way up who dat turnindown

roll that tree up we gon' pop that and then burn it down

showed her what I'm workin' with she like a furnace now

I got them packs I got them packs and all i hear is loud

I got the packs

you got the racks

its nothin' a hunnid a stack

cook it up

cook it up

hook it up

she want my name on her back

scribble my name in calligraphy

I'm outta here channel is history

she askin' me hey where you finna be

finna be finna be after them packs