Rich The Kid - Pack Gone Missing lyrics

[Intro : Quavo] Woosh, pack gone missing Migos! [Hook : Quavo] Woosh, pack gone missing (Fheww!) [x4] Houdini me [x8] Woosh, pack gone missing [x2] Huh, huh, huh, gone! [Verse 1 : Quavo] Yeah, f** n***a I just took the set, I just took the pot Hit it with that Shaq' attack, slam dunk! It's nothing but 33 Larry Bird's in the trunk We trappin' and cappin' the top floor White in the trunk, got it smelling like skunk Gas, gas, they callin' up 12 we gone mad Here take all these pocket rockets b**h Put 'em in yo' Birkin bag What you gone do at the top floor Grab the parachute, hit the window Quavo you trippin' hell naw I ain't gettin' caught with all this indo [Hook] [Verse 2 : Rich The Kid] Pack gone missing, I'm no magician My diamonds they flyin' like Bobby and Whitney Walking around with a 50 My b**h in the trap naked in the mansion no bra and no panties You mad cause I'm rich Cuffin' and loving that b**h We smash and we switch I pull up to bando with bricks in a Bent' I stand round the trap like a fence Finessin' I run with the money I'm wrappin' and shippin' the dummy, Houdini me The kitchen I'm mixing them chemicals n***a no chemistry Rich n***as in Paris they takin' them pictures She s** it, she swallow, you probably kiss her Woosh! Pack gone missing Rich The Kid still finessin' I'M RICH! [Hook] [Verse 3 : Wiz Khalifa] Got so many hoes on my line you think I'm fishing She might be your girl, turn around that thing gone missing Her and her start kissing, liquor in her system Don't be standing near me in the club, go get some b**hes Got a crib without a ceiling when I hit it you gone feel it It's my new motto, n***a, anyone can get it Damn, smoking papers, my new crib come with acres Gettin' cake with just the wave of a hand You think I had a pay for something [Verse 4 : Offset] I think it's a ghost in the city I hustle I feel like I'm Nipsey Patrolling you missing, so where did he go? Send my young n***a kick through yo' back door (BOW!) As anybody seen the pack lately They knockin' my door like the candy lady I don't know what the f** wrong with these n***as These n***as be snitchin', b**hes want a baby The pack it gotta go (Fheww!) Beep, beep! Truck load Whippin' and cookin' up Anna Nicole Versace got me travelin' across the globe Blue money, blue hundreds The gas smellin' like it's fungus Woosh! Pack gone missing Ride 'round the city, 30 round extensions [Hook] [Verse 5 : Chevy Woods] Shout out to all my connects in the hood I'm finally famous Shout out Big Sean and I don't mean the rapper that coke made me famous Woosh, hey, they try to get me for the pack Woosh, hey, like n***a who the strap (Blam, blam!) Huh, I had to jump it straight out of the pot I be cookin' the oil Don't got no connect for you p**y a** n***as you'll never be loyal Beyoncé with all of this money you know that I got a big ego Robin Hood, I'm in the hood and I'm tryna look out for my people [Hook]