PACKS

[Intro] Hello [Verse 1: Issa Gold] Backseat, ridin' with the Treys right by me That'll turn that nigga to a ghost (YDNA) 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 they thing hold fifty Niggas run up, they ain't want no smoke Nigga had the cash out, silly, brought 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 a 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 You wit' a hoe 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 insta-bands, blue face, that 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 you need your loud Shipping, you get your pounds [Chorus: Issa Gold & AKTHESAVIOR] I got the packs if you got the racks Twist up a zip of the meds to relax Stashing the gas when I fly 'cross the map Got it on me, nigga, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the 'dro? Hop on a 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 zip of the meds to relax Stashing the gas when I fly 'cross the map Got it on me, nigga, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the 'dro? Hop on a flight, get the pack, hit the road Roll up a spliff to the face and reload Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go [Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR] 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 gunnin' while on LSD Play with my hundreds, turn hippie to beast 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 coupe 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 Call your girl emoji, she just give me face Never gave me faith, had to push it in place Manifestin' 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 FedEx sent me a text that the package made it [Chorus: Issa Gold & AKTHESAVIOR] I got the packs if you got the racks Twist up a zip of the meds to relax Stashing the gas when I fly 'cross the map Got it on me, nigga, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the 'dro? Hop on a 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 zip of the meds to relax Stashing the gas when I fly 'cross the map Got it on me, nigga, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the 'dro? Hop on a flight, get the pack, hit the road Roll up a spliff to the face and reload Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go