The Underachievers - Packs lyrics

[Verse 1: Issa Gold] Backseat, riding with the trays, rock bottom That'll turn that n***a to a ghost Ain't no love in my city, straight d** in my city n***as walk around this sh**, no hope Gotta keep the gang here with me, anything hold fifty n***as wanna bang, want no smoke n***a had the cash out, silly, bought the bag out with me n***a tryna stack, show you how it go Follow my eyes, sh** gon' be right on the prize Repping the set with the gods Split up them pods Run up the check to get high f** it, my n***a, we crying Out of my mind, most of these n***as is lying All of my sh** a design Look at me shine, n***a might hit a few lines Then I might bang on your dime Do it, I hope 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 instant bands, move like the Crip in gangs Taking those shorts Jedi, I came with the force Roll up and spark up the torch Enter the corpse, pouring some liquor for cous' This for the n***as we lost Don't trap on the corner, k**ers is in the town n***a not ducking 'round f** with the growers, hit me, I need your loud Shipping, you get your pounds [Hook: Issa Gold, AK The Savior] I got the packs if you got the racks Twist up a zipper, then mental relax Stashing the gas when I fly through the map Got it on me, n***a, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the dro'? Hop on the 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 zipper, then mental relax Stashing the gas when I fly through the map Got it on me, n***a, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the dro'? Hop on the 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: AK The Savior] Call me the pack-tifist, smoke hella weed Travel all through the atlas and planting my seeds Grew to a money tree, as it should be Got some young n***as gunning while on LSD They want my hundreds, start hitting the b**h When I open like auras, she thought I was cute Hold up, now you retreat Make you bow to the feet I ain't rocking designer, red bottom my speaker Don't get your people annihilated Sip the sap and my pupils be dilated I reside in the group with the finest ladies Free my mind now I move with no limitations We just demonstrating, dollars circulate Blowing recreation, p**y penetrate Ain't no f**ing trophies when you in the grave Throw your girl emoji, she just give me face Never gave me faith, had to push it in place Manifested my future on daily basis Getting stoned like Medusa, 'bout getting paper Cop a P, then we move it, don't tell the neighbors Only blow OG, that potent flavor n***a, roll me a dollie and then I face it Wrap that sh** tight so they cannot trace it Fed Ex sent me a text that the package made it [Hook: Issa Gold, AK The Savior] I got the packs if you got the racks Twist up a zipper, then mental relax Stashing the gas when I fly through the map Got it on me, n***a, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the dro'? Hop on the 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 zipper, then mental relax Stashing the gas when I fly through the map Got it on me, n***a, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the dro'? Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road Roll up a spliff to the face and reload Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go