Packs - The Underachievers

Backseat, riding with the tray right by me

That’ll turn that nigga to a ghost

Ain’t no love in my city, straight drugs in my city

Niggas walk around this shit, no hope

Gotta keep the gang here with me, and tha thang hold fifty

Niggas run up, they don’t want no smoke

Nigga had the cash out, silly, bought the bag out with me

Nigga tryna stack, show you how it go

Follow my eyes, shit gon' be right on the prize

Repping the set with the gods

Split up them pods

Run up the check to get high

Fuck it, my nigga, we grind

Out of my mind, most of these niggas is lying

All of my shit a design

Look at me shine, nigga might hit a few lines

Then I might bang on your dime

Do it, I hope

You do me, Peter Pan, four in my liter, man

Repping the coast

All of my hitters bang, run up and get your man

Word to my bros

Flexing on Instagram, made over insta-fame

Blowing my dope

Punching up instant bands, blue face, they crippin', gang

Taking those shorts

Jedi, I came with the force

Roll up and spark up the torch

Enter the corpse, pour out some liquor for cuz

This for the niggas we lost

Don’t trap on the corner, killers is in the town

Nigga not duckin' rounds

Fuck with the growers, hit me, I need your loud

Shipping, you get your pounds

I got the packs if you got the racks

Twist up a zip of the meds to relax

Stashing the gas when I fly through the map

Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact

I got the dough, who got the dro'?

Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road

Roll up a spliff to the face and reload

Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

I got the packs if you got the racks

Twist up a a zip of the meds to relax

Stashing the gas when I fly through the map

Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact

I got the dough, who got the dro'?

Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road

Roll up a spliff to the face and reload

Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

Call me the pack-tivist, smoke hella weed

Travel all through the atlas and planting my seeds

Grew to a money tree, as it should be

Got some young niggas gunning while on LSD

Play with my hundreds, turn

One eye open like Horus, you thought I was sleep

Pull up, now you retreat

Make you bow to the feet

I ain’t rocking designer, red bottom my sneaker

Don’t get your people annihilated

Psilocybin— my pupils be dilated

I reside in the group with the finest ladies

Free my mind now I move with no limitations

We just demonstrating, dollars circulate

Blowing recreation, pussy penetrate

Ain’t no fucking trophies when you in the grave

Throw your girl emoji, she just give me face

Never gave me faith, had to push it in place

Manifested my future on daily basis

Gettin' stoned like Medusa while getting paper

Cop a P, then we move it, don’t tell the neighbors

Only blow OG, that potent flavor

Nigga, roll me a dollie and then I face it

Wrap that shit tight so they cannot trace it

Fed Ex sent me a text that the package made it

I got the packs if you got the racks

Twist up a zip of the meds to relax

Stashing the gas when I fly through the map

Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact

I got the dough, who got the dro'?

Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road

Roll up a spliff to the face and reload

Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

I got the packs if you got the racks

Twist up a a zip of the meds to relax

Stashing the gas when I fly through the map

Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact

I got the dough, who got the dro'?

Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road

Roll up a spliff to the face and reload

Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go