Austin Crute - PACK Lyrics

I think I'm f*cked up

I wanna freak
I wanna meet
Eyes low and squintin
I came a lil geeky
I'm in the VIP
Not at the bar
MJ I beat it
I beat all the odds
Poppin' my top
I got some stocks
I keep a rubber cause
I got some thots
They cannot touch you
When you get too hot
All of his fans is some friends and some bots

I put my standards way at the top
Grease in the pan man
I'm 'bout to pop
Stash the advance
That's not all i got
More cash in my sock
Ain't got no hamper
I like to shop
Yes I'm a dancer
I like to bop
Know that I play a lot
I need to stop
Give you smoke
Give you cock

I got the pack
I got the pack
I got the pack
I got the pack
Look at my hands
I got the pack
Look in my pants
I got the pack

Break all your back ay oh
Get in your bag ay oh
I can't relax ay oh
I want it bad ay oh

I got the pack
I got the stack
Look where i am
They up the tax
Look at my gram
Try not to fap
These niggas scam
They like to cap

I'm off the map
Ain't comin' back
Turn on the flash
Like I'm a pap
Booty'll clap
Booty'll skat
Aboo dat m bap
Shit got me jazzed

I got ideas
You wanna hear?
I'm on the Pier rollin one up
I'm like a Sia
No chandelier
They try to swing and ask can I f*ck

Yeah cuz I'm handsome young and a slut
Eat up a man
But still got no gut
Never be damned
I come from the church
Like some gauze in the cut