Pack Lyrics by Joey Purp & KAMI
I light up two blunts and smoke 'em back to back
I'm just sippin' on red 'cause I can't find no Act'
I keep her around 'cause she know how to act
And my phone's full of nine, got a line on the thrax (Phone full of nines, gotta line)
That lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the beat (That lil' bih go crazy, she wild)
The broski took ten and a half in the max
I just took me a flight to LA to relax (Took me a flight to relax)
If the new lick don't hit then it's back to the pack
Yeah
It's a GLE, not a Suburban (The GLE fast)
It's a sixth in my cup so I'm swervin' (I'm sippin' on glass)
She can't wait 'til she see me in person (She can't wait 'til she gag)
Yeah, I take photos on top of the four-doors (Took photos on four-doors)
Cop new rollos and fuck up thе polo (Fuck up the polo)
I got chocho, it came from my cholo (I got chocho from cholo)
Came out to LA to smokе on the runtz
Then I ran out of fire 'til I'm rollin' up blunts
Can't find no pineapple, poured up in peach
You gon' fucks from the lime, got a line on the punch (Fall from the line, gotta line)
Lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the front (Lil' bih go crazy, she bad)
She so bad, hit the mall and she get what she want (Bad, she get what she want)
Broski got forty, we bringin' it back (Broski got forty)
The new lick don't hit then it's back the pack
Really don't, if really don't hit me
Yeah, if really don't hit me
If really don't hit then it's back to the [yurgs?]
I tripled my advance, you watchin' me splurge
When I got it low, I was makin' it surge
That money comin', it's a gift and a curse
When that money came in, all the snakes start to merge
My new Rollie come clean, that bitch look like a virgin
And I'm sippin' on all of that drink, it's a murder
Can't fuck on these beats, robbin' shit is unheard of
Yeah broski had the bars unlocked like a burglar
We got some thirties, we can aim at your birdie
I got two bad bitches, wanna do virgin
Young superstar, pull up in a suburban (Okay)
Young superstar, show the world what it means
How much money can you fit in your jeans?
I walk in these places and buy me some things
And I feel like the RZA 'cause I got the C.R.E.A.M
Yeah
It's a GLE, not a Suburban (The GLE fast)
It's a sixth in my cup so I'm swervin' (I'm sippin' on glass)
She can't wait 'til she see me in person (She can't wait 'til she gag)
Yeah, I take photos on top of the four-doors (Took photos on four-doors)
Cop new rollos and fuck up the polo (Fuck up the polo)
I got chocho, it came from my cholo (I got chocho from cholo)
Came out to LA to smoke on the runtz
Then I ran out of fire 'til I'm rollin' up blunts
Can't find no pineapple, poured up in peach
You gon' fucks from the lime, got a line on the punch (Fall from the line, gotta line)
Lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the front (Lil' bih go crazy, she bad)
She so bad, hit the mall and she get what she want (Bad, she get what she want)
Broski got forty, we bringin' it back (Broski got forty)
If the new lick don't hit then it's back the pack
I light up two blunts and smoke 'em back to back
I'm just sippin' on red 'cause I can't find no Act'
I keep her around 'cause she know how to act
And my phone's full of nine, got a line on the thrax (Phone full of nines, gotta line)
That lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the beat (That lil' bih go crazy, she wild)
The broski took ten and a half in the max
I just took me a flight to LA to relax (Took me a flight to relax)
If the new lick don't hit then it's back to the pack
Yeah
It's a GLE, not a Suburban (The GLE fast)
It's a sixth in my cup so I'm swervin' (I'm sippin' on glass)
She can't wait 'til she see me in person (She can't wait 'til she gag)
Yeah, I take photos on top of the four-doors (Took photos on four-doors)
Cop new rollos and fuck up thе polo (Fuck up the polo)
I got chocho, it came from my cholo (I got chocho from cholo)
Came out to LA to smokе on the runtz
Then I ran out of fire 'til I'm rollin' up blunts
Can't find no pineapple, poured up in peach
You gon' fucks from the lime, got a line on the punch (Fall from the line, gotta line)
Lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the front (Lil' bih go crazy, she bad)
She so bad, hit the mall and she get what she want (Bad, she get what she want)
Broski got forty, we bringin' it back (Broski got forty)
The new lick don't hit then it's back the pack
Really don't, if really don't hit me
Yeah, if really don't hit me
If really don't hit then it's back to the [yurgs?]
I tripled my advance, you watchin' me splurge
When I got it low, I was makin' it surge
That money comin', it's a gift and a curse
When that money came in, all the snakes start to merge
My new Rollie come clean, that bitch look like a virgin
And I'm sippin' on all of that drink, it's a murder
Can't fuck on these beats, robbin' shit is unheard of
Yeah broski had the bars unlocked like a burglar
We got some thirties, we can aim at your birdie
I got two bad bitches, wanna do virgin
Young superstar, pull up in a suburban (Okay)
Young superstar, show the world what it means
How much money can you fit in your jeans?
I walk in these places and buy me some things
And I feel like the RZA 'cause I got the C.R.E.A.M
Yeah
It's a GLE, not a Suburban (The GLE fast)
It's a sixth in my cup so I'm swervin' (I'm sippin' on glass)
She can't wait 'til she see me in person (She can't wait 'til she gag)
Yeah, I take photos on top of the four-doors (Took photos on four-doors)
Cop new rollos and fuck up the polo (Fuck up the polo)
I got chocho, it came from my cholo (I got chocho from cholo)
Came out to LA to smoke on the runtz
Then I ran out of fire 'til I'm rollin' up blunts
Can't find no pineapple, poured up in peach
You gon' fucks from the lime, got a line on the punch (Fall from the line, gotta line)
Lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the front (Lil' bih go crazy, she bad)
She so bad, hit the mall and she get what she want (Bad, she get what she want)
Broski got forty, we bringin' it back (Broski got forty)
If the new lick don't hit then it's back the pack
