Packs Gone

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Get the packs gone, straps gone

Hit a dub, yeah, yeah

Get the packs gone, straps gone

"Can you get it for the cheap?" It depends what you want

If you act wrong, you get clapped, homie

Hit a nigga dub, I can get you what you want

Throwin' bread in the club, yeah, for all the strippers

So much ass in the section, can't even eat dinner

All my close pointers hittin' homie, everyone's a dancer

Trappin' 'til the summer, niggas gettin' dumber

It's a 1c summer, stayin' down 'til the come up

Yeah, nigga, you don't come up

Nigga, you a noob, she's showin' me her boobs

Shit don't make sense like a YouTube Pope

Yeah, baby, what you know?

Yeah, baby, what you know?

Yeah, no, no, no, yeah, yeah

Niggas know I'm not new, yeah

Yeah, niggas know I'm not new (turn up, ayy, turn up, ayy)

Turn up, ayy, turn up, ayy, turn up, ayy

Smoke blunts, ayy, smoke blunts, ayy

Bae, I love it when you put your hands on me

Bae, I love it when you do that dance on me

Bae, I love it when you drop it low

Bae, I love it when you hit the flow

Bae, I love it when you give me slow-mo'

But, bae, you know how this shit go

Get so high that I'm divin' slow

Niggas need to catch up, niggas slow

Get the packs gone, straps gone

"Can you get it for the cheap?" It depends what you want

If you act wrong, you get clapped, homie

Hit a nigga dub, I can get you what you want

Get the packs gone, straps gone

"Can you get it for the cheap?" It depends what you want

If you act wrong, you get clapped, homie

Hit a nigga dub, I can get you what you want