On a level
I'm tryna' get it in bag
I'm baked
Smoking that shit gimme bags
Wait
Niggaz they talk they da shit
I remember it was dark in the sticks
I'm tryna' get out quick
I got your BITCH she ridin' this
I'm tryna' get out quick
I juggle these pots that I had to piss in
I don't know why they wahn talk unrealistic
Every time that I cared I risked it
Every time that I started I hit shit
In a restaurant with a brisket
JDK flow I can't miss this
I'ma make it on her wish list
I didn't write or write this
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
They thought I was done not that one
I'm jumping off stages with bands
I know when she see with bands
I would be that man
I feel like I'm living in sand
The way that we dishin grams
I really wahn get them bands
Really wanna get them bands
I'm back on my block
I'm reading a lot
She givin' me nod
We ain't finna stop
We ain't finna stop
We going to da top
Rolling up a lot
Rolling up a lot
She move like lightning yeah
I like my wine and bread
Pull up looking brightening red
Woke up with like 9 in bed
Forgot the last night in there
I woke up with nothing to wear wear
I felt like a king in there
So many jawns it's krazy
Sipping the lean in Mercedes
Me and Brodie like Zeus Hades
Smoking berry and fruits maybe
I don't know what to do I'm just weary
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone
I get the pack wayy gone