pack through da mail

I got a new pack in the mail That's that gas pack, what you smell? I got a grown hoe up in here She is so bad, okay well? She wanna' f*ck on pabloo say yeah I'm getting so high I can't even tell You want me to slide? lil' baby I'm there Don't gotta' worry about my uber there Text yo phone when I'm there Open the door bitch, I'm here We sitting here on a high rise Smoking till I'm tied up F*ck nigga yeah I'm fried, fried I'm geeked up outta' my mind Huh, geeked up outta' my mind Hoes tell em' I say bye, bye Call on my phone decline, can't do this shit everytime I need something new You keep telling me all of these lies, but what did I do to you? Cause all I do is just tell you the truth Big choppa, I don't wanna have to use Nigga talkin' I don't wanna be you Nigga cross me and I'm coming to you Woah And I got bout' 500 choppas And I got bout' 500 shotas Woah And these niggas don't play no games no Choppa gon' hit at his brain woah Pop him like a pill, purple drank woah 19 hit at his earlobe 15 stuck in his bag woah None of these niggas be getting that real cheese like hell no, hell no Brand new choppa, it's stuck in the mail All you hoes going to hell Cashapp nigga I got that Zelle Runtz pack nigga I got that smell F*ck that, nigga im high as hell Im that nigga, don't pop no pills Im that nigga they call me him Gas pack through the mail Bitch I'm high as hell Bitch I need some help Can't call no one else This hoe feeling bad, she done call me dad I done got the laps, I done got the laps woah