PACK

I think I'm fucked 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