Packs Gone

Lyrics for Packs Gone

Get the packs gone, straps gone Hit a dub, yeah, yeah Get the packs gone, straps gone "Can you get it for the cheap?" It depends what you want If you act wrong, you get clapped, homie Hit a nigga dub, I can get you what you want Throwin' bread in the club, yeah, for all the strippers So much ass in the section, can't even eat dinner All my close pointers hittin' homie, everyone's a dancer Trappin' 'til the summer, niggas gettin' dumber It's a 1c summer, stayin' down 'til the come up Yeah, nigga, you don't come up Nigga, you a noob, she's showin' me her boobs Shit don't make sense like a YouTube Pope Yeah, baby, what you know? Yeah, baby, what you know? Yeah, no, no, no, yeah, yeah Niggas know I'm not new, yeah Yeah, niggas know I'm not new (turn up, ayy, turn up, ayy) Turn up, ayy, turn up, ayy, turn up, ayy Smoke blunts, ayy, smoke blunts, ayy Bae, I love it when you put your hands on me Bae, I love it when you do that dance on me Bae, I love it when you drop it low Bae, I love it when you hit the flow Bae, I love it when you give me slow-mo' But, bae, you know how this shit go Get so high that I'm divin' slow Niggas need to catch up, niggas slow Get the packs gone, straps gone "Can you get it for the cheap?" It depends what you want If you act wrong, you get clapped, homie Hit a nigga dub, I can get you what you want Get the packs gone, straps gone "Can you get it for the cheap?" It depends what you want If you act wrong, you get clapped, homie Hit a nigga dub, I can get you what you want