PACKS by Florence Mayez Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yeah, West End when I trap them packs
Hey, all I wanted was some cash
Hey, you be hatin' 'cause you mad
All the time, like on my grind, you niggas got no class (Hey)
Stay yo' stupid ass in class (Hey)
Always hit my line to match, hey
But you never got no gas
All the time, like on my ma, you niggas got no class
[Verse]
And that's on me, my nigga, mom, and all my G's
Can't fuck with the drill, no love for Triple C's
Was last year when I was broke, I roamed the streets
Cut 'em off, then go pop me some Ecstasy
Hey, ain't no time for enemies
Niggas fake, I swear to God thеy blendin' in
Run this shit, could call my ass the Presidеnt
Niggas be so fake, I swear that God be pressin' 'em
Yeah, on my momma, oh my God
Hey, pray to God I don't get shot
Vacuum seal that shit and don't get caught
'Cause Minnesota hot, bunch of niggas getting dropped
[Chorus]
Yeah, West End when I trap them packs
Hey, all I wanted was some cash
Hey, you be hatin' 'cause you mad
All the time, like on my grind, you niggas got no class (Hey)
Stay yo' stupid ass in class (Hey)
Always hit my line to match, hey
But you never got no gas
All the time, like on my ma, you niggas got no class
[Outro]
Hey, had a stash up in the back end (Back end)
E called me up but that was past tense (That was past tense)
I was stuck there wondering what happened (What happened)
Knew he wasn't cappin', had to get 'em, catch 'em lackin'
Yeah, West End when I trap them packs
Hey, all I wanted was some cash
Hey, you be hatin' 'cause you mad
All the time, like on my grind, you niggas got no class (Hey)
Stay yo' stupid ass in class (Hey)
Always hit my line to match, hey
But you never got no gas
All the time, like on my ma, you niggas got no class
[Verse]
And that's on me, my nigga, mom, and all my G's
Can't fuck with the drill, no love for Triple C's
Was last year when I was broke, I roamed the streets
Cut 'em off, then go pop me some Ecstasy
Hey, ain't no time for enemies
Niggas fake, I swear to God thеy blendin' in
Run this shit, could call my ass the Presidеnt
Niggas be so fake, I swear that God be pressin' 'em
Yeah, on my momma, oh my God
Hey, pray to God I don't get shot
Vacuum seal that shit and don't get caught
'Cause Minnesota hot, bunch of niggas getting dropped
[Chorus]
Yeah, West End when I trap them packs
Hey, all I wanted was some cash
Hey, you be hatin' 'cause you mad
All the time, like on my grind, you niggas got no class (Hey)
Stay yo' stupid ass in class (Hey)
Always hit my line to match, hey
But you never got no gas
All the time, like on my ma, you niggas got no class
[Outro]
Hey, had a stash up in the back end (Back end)
E called me up but that was past tense (That was past tense)
I was stuck there wondering what happened (What happened)
Knew he wasn't cappin', had to get 'em, catch 'em lackin'