"Flippin Packs" lyrics
Oh my god, toren, I love—
Pull up to your crib
Bitch
Ahh, ay
Ridin' 'round wit' a stick
Ridin' 'round wit the MACs, they gon blatt
Lawsy, pick up
We finna slide on your block wit' the MACs
I'm with my OG, flippin' them packs
You want me to kill you? I got you for a bag
You ain't get the money, light me up instead
Send shots out the window, bitch shoot back
I'm sellin' the percs, and the xans, and the crack
Pull to your crib, I'ma take some racks
The feds on my ass, I can't relax
I-I-I-If I try to chill out, they gon' catch me slippin'
I know when the choppas miss, I shoot this Glock and I ain't missin'
I tote this stick, [?]
I'm cookin' the drugs in the fuckin' kitchen
I take me a perc, [?]
I'm uppin' this stick and his bitch ass flinchin'
We runnin' from 12, hop into the coupe
Shots to his head, now his face turn blue
In love wit' the lean, in love wit' the juice
And I'll take your bitch, boy you better make a move
I'm up in L.A., in love wit' the view
Slide on me, put you on the news
He was runnin' from us, now he in the news
[?], we know a he a goof (Yeah)
Cheat on all my bitches, that's why I never love them
If I said "I love you", I'on mean it, you ain't nothin'
Ride 'round, wit' the Glocks, and they bussin'
I love smokin' packs, they straight bussin'
We finna slide on your block wit' the MACs
I'm with my OG, flippin' them packs
You want me to kill you? I got you for a bag
You ain't get the money, light me up instead
Send shots out the window, bitch shoot back
I'm sellin' the percs, and the xans, and the crack
Pull to your crib, I'ma take some racks
The feds on my ass, I can't relax
We finna slide on your block wit' the MACs
I'm with my OG, flippin' them packs
You want me to kill you? I got you for a bag
You ain't get the money, light me up instead
Send shots out the window, bitch shoot back
I'm sellin' the percs, and the xans, and the crack
Pull to your crib, I'ma take some racks
The feds on my ass, I can't relax
Pull up to your crib
Bitch
Ahh, ay
Ridin' 'round wit' a stick
Ridin' 'round wit the MACs, they gon blatt
Lawsy, pick up
We finna slide on your block wit' the MACs
I'm with my OG, flippin' them packs
You want me to kill you? I got you for a bag
You ain't get the money, light me up instead
Send shots out the window, bitch shoot back
I'm sellin' the percs, and the xans, and the crack
Pull to your crib, I'ma take some racks
The feds on my ass, I can't relax
I-I-I-If I try to chill out, they gon' catch me slippin'
I know when the choppas miss, I shoot this Glock and I ain't missin'
I tote this stick, [?]
I'm cookin' the drugs in the fuckin' kitchen
I take me a perc, [?]
I'm uppin' this stick and his bitch ass flinchin'
We runnin' from 12, hop into the coupe
Shots to his head, now his face turn blue
In love wit' the lean, in love wit' the juice
And I'll take your bitch, boy you better make a move
I'm up in L.A., in love wit' the view
Slide on me, put you on the news
He was runnin' from us, now he in the news
[?], we know a he a goof (Yeah)
Cheat on all my bitches, that's why I never love them
If I said "I love you", I'on mean it, you ain't nothin'
Ride 'round, wit' the Glocks, and they bussin'
I love smokin' packs, they straight bussin'
We finna slide on your block wit' the MACs
I'm with my OG, flippin' them packs
You want me to kill you? I got you for a bag
You ain't get the money, light me up instead
Send shots out the window, bitch shoot back
I'm sellin' the percs, and the xans, and the crack
Pull to your crib, I'ma take some racks
The feds on my ass, I can't relax
We finna slide on your block wit' the MACs
I'm with my OG, flippin' them packs
You want me to kill you? I got you for a bag
You ain't get the money, light me up instead
Send shots out the window, bitch shoot back
I'm sellin' the percs, and the xans, and the crack
Pull to your crib, I'ma take some racks
The feds on my ass, I can't relax
