I Need a Pack

Aye, yeah
 What you talking 'bout?
 I been in my bag
 Fuck you talking 'bout rapping for
 You finna get stabbed
 Fucking around with that capping moe
 You really that mad, that's on Jesus, the baby one
 Racks manifest. If I need it, I'm making one
 Blue in the face, I'ma bleed it and take me one
 Fucking with Billy, I'll feed you to gators
 I'm with the shits and I'm 'bout it
 All your diamonds real cloudy
 Got a lap dance from my VVS
 These princess cuts is real crowded
 I say Paul Wall is my dad
 My whole house sitting sideways
 I ran off with that bag
 I been paranoid for like nine days
 Fuck with me and my posse bitch
 I'm crushing weed while I'm talking shit
 Donkey Kong with a big bong
 Gucci down to my moccasins
 Bitch boy I ain't tripping
 Trip on my pimping
 I'm off in the back
 These pockets deep I'ma walk with a rack
 Fangs on my teeth like I'm talking to bats
 I been a monster
 Halloween special my roster
 My ganja green, hoe, I'm Blanka
 Gripping the toy that's a Tonka
 I'm a god, bruh
 Like fuck 'em
 Why why why why you talking 'bout me
 I got these chemicals in my brain
 And I got gold all on my teeth
 Let's keep it street (What, what?)
 What you need? (What, what?)
 I probably got it (What, what?)
 But it ain't on me (What, what?)
 Let me see (What, what?)
 Let's keep it G (What, what?)
 We masked up but we ain't looking like we skiing, no no
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 Bitch
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