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Pac down, Pac down, Pac Pac down, Barack's out, act out I'll pull your card, no bitches ain't no motherfuckin' joke Light skin, dark skin, option, caution I can't trust 'em, baby, plottin’ on the low Hit me on my phone, flip a couple O's Ice packed cold, prices for the low Never been a ho (Yuh), roach trained to go (Yuh) Trippin' on my own, love bein' alone (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney) Wait, turn me up, lil' bitch, yuh Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo Hit my nigga Bhris when the Pack' touchdown Half on the lick, fifty with the split All my lil youngins they gonna hold this shit down That's just how we vomin', I been up to somethin' I'm Olympic runner Niggas goin' rogue, you are not M.O Stop tryin' so hard, you're doin' the most (Yeah) Keep your circle close, yeah (Close yeah, close yeah) You ain't going nowhere, facts Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy ,ayy, ayy, ayy The pack came, burned the whole thang SongtextePropane in my damn veins Feeling good, like okay Sorry shawty I don't do that cocaine So high like soul plane All in my head tryna know things So high like soul plane All in my head tryna know things Man, she suck my dick, she like it (Yeah) Baby just don't bite it (Swear) Fighting teen titan All gold Cuban, dipped in white it I done percs I get to wildin' I start itchin' I get violent Gotta TV dinner, mommy put her thots to the side and shit (Yuh, yuh) Beat it up, uh Beat it up, uh Two phones, speed it up I go get that bag, they gon' see the stuff Nigga do not play me like we the puffs I took three perc 10's on a empty stomach I made love to your bitch then threw it up Yeah I eatin' three days, how you been like us? Swear What the fuck is going on It's Bhris on the track, gonna fuck your bitch in the ass Yes, you know what is going on Yeah, it's me and absent will Yeah, you gotta say some shit too Ooh, ayy, let me talk my shit too Ooh, I'ma hit her with a big tool Ooh, and I take they ass back to school Ooh, skrrt skrrt hit the coupe, ooh Aus Songtexte Mania