Pack Songtext
von Berner feat. Wiz Khalifa
Pack Songtext
Yeah, you know it ain′t nothin but a buncha gang gang goin on
Keep that thang
Packs
Uhh
Oh, oh
The pack can't smoke and run
Oh, oh,oh, oh
Your hoes ain′t knockin
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your money ain't stackin right
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It's why your bitch ain′t comin back tonight
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Break it down, roll it up
She a freak so she know what′s up
Hit up Sean, all my diamonds cold as fuck
Yeah, know I'm famous so she star struck
Run a play in the clutch
It ain′t love, it's just lust
Gettin money is a must
It be really hard to trust em
I just take my time, no, I ain′t the type to rush you
Hop up in my ride, you know everything is custom
Let you roll a plane, rep my gang, it's no discussion
I been thuggin, I can get′chu plugged in
I been takin k k everywhere I been
Two cell phones, when I land, I'm spendin yen
The pack ain't right, hit up berner, that′s my man
All we do is win
Oh, oh
The pack can′t smoke and run
Oh, oh,oh, oh
Your hoes ain't knockin
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your money ain′t stackin right
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It's why your bitch ain′t comin back tonight
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Half awake, I'm sleep walkin
The jewelry store, yeah, I′m tryna see some options
It be hard to sleep at night knowin that they watchin
Take em on a high speed chase, yeah, I lost em
The pack ain't smokin, I don't like em, then I toss em
Got a pretty white bitch waitin up in austin
Love to hit the road, groupie bitches used to dog em
Now I got em waitin on the pack, catchin boxes
Tell me how you livin
If I lose, then I′m right back rollin up the pack
Yeah, Bern, all white ash, floor flexin, veg bloom
Look at how that bitch stack
Almost got four pounds of light, yeah, that′s quick cash
Why we all livin fast?
Oh, oh
The pack can't smoke and run
Oh, oh,oh, oh
Your hoes ain′t knockin
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your money ain't stackin right
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It′s why your bitch ain't comin back tonight
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Keep that thang
Packs
Uhh
Oh, oh
The pack can't smoke and run
Oh, oh,oh, oh
Your hoes ain′t knockin
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your money ain't stackin right
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It's why your bitch ain′t comin back tonight
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Break it down, roll it up
She a freak so she know what′s up
Hit up Sean, all my diamonds cold as fuck
Yeah, know I'm famous so she star struck
Run a play in the clutch
It ain′t love, it's just lust
Gettin money is a must
It be really hard to trust em
I just take my time, no, I ain′t the type to rush you
Hop up in my ride, you know everything is custom
Let you roll a plane, rep my gang, it's no discussion
I been thuggin, I can get′chu plugged in
I been takin k k everywhere I been
Two cell phones, when I land, I'm spendin yen
The pack ain't right, hit up berner, that′s my man
All we do is win
Oh, oh
The pack can′t smoke and run
Oh, oh,oh, oh
Your hoes ain't knockin
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your money ain′t stackin right
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It's why your bitch ain′t comin back tonight
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Half awake, I'm sleep walkin
The jewelry store, yeah, I′m tryna see some options
It be hard to sleep at night knowin that they watchin
Take em on a high speed chase, yeah, I lost em
The pack ain't smokin, I don't like em, then I toss em
Got a pretty white bitch waitin up in austin
Love to hit the road, groupie bitches used to dog em
Now I got em waitin on the pack, catchin boxes
Tell me how you livin
If I lose, then I′m right back rollin up the pack
Yeah, Bern, all white ash, floor flexin, veg bloom
Look at how that bitch stack
Almost got four pounds of light, yeah, that′s quick cash
Why we all livin fast?
Oh, oh
The pack can't smoke and run
Oh, oh,oh, oh
Your hoes ain′t knockin
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your money ain't stackin right
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It′s why your bitch ain't comin back tonight
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Cosmo Hickox, Gilbert Anthony Jr Milam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com