Packs Gone

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