Dom - Packs (feat. Cxpo) Lyrics

I get to flippin' all these packs and then I'm stackin' all my pay
When I wake up in the morning, I take that three-five to the face
Yeah, I roll up all these woods, I smoke the weed just like a vape
Shout out Mr. Tap that, said the state just dropped the case

Yeah, I feel like Tyreek Hill when I'm makin' all these plays
When I'm trappin' in the burbs, went from Dom to Franklin Saint
Yeah, flippin' all these packs, 30k stashed in the vase
Hang around some slimy dudes, they might mutilate your face

Sold a junkie 20 ounces and he knew that shit was laced
Sold a junkie 20 ounces and he knew that shit was laced
Sold a junkie 20 ounces and he knew that shit was laced
Yeah, and he knew that shit was laced

I'm a real top soldier, know how many shots I called
Seen somebody get shot one time and die, so let's play ball
Seen somebody get hit 20 times and they ain't choose to fall
Ain't your time, it ain't your time, baby boy hop in that field

Know a juvenile fightin' bodies, he need a appeal
Better keep that glizzy tight, there's body's droppin, gettin' real
There's body's droppin, gettin' real
There's body's droppin, gettin

Caught his ass away from home, he was lucky that we missed him
Supercut, forty ball, hit his head and it clipped him
Send the G's on that hit, guarantee that they gon' flip him
Sippin' real drink, this shit come from out the sewer

I was not the workin' type, I'm the type to bust maneuvers
I give all my guys buttons, I know they some purple shooters
They gon' come through with them Glocks, XDs and them Rugers

Used to be a good kid, now imma pack flipper
I might give your bitch back and go right back in her
If a bitch get dick from me, call it winner chicken dinner
Give her 20 for the head and I didn't even tip her
Bust a nut all on her ass, I call that bitch a babysitter