Lil B.R.O. - Smackdown (feat. Pack$)

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Smoking exotic I think I might pass out
Walk in the bank
And I’m pulling them racks out
She let me under
I take her like smackdown
Always behind her
I feel like a background
You want some pressure I got it
The gas 'round
I'm in the trap
And Im never got back out
Copped some designer I don’t pull the tag out
Smell it on me
When I walk wit the sack 'round
Don’t pull my gas out don’t need an ashtray
Getting them packs I need it the fast way
Pushing the bag now she getting nasty
See that I'm back now
Wish that they had me
I get them bags police can’t bag me
Why your name Pack$
The fuck would you ask me
I get them packs
Run it up like a track meet
Ride wit the gang
We got straps in the backseat
Ride wit the gang
We spin 'round like a taxi
Smoking on loud ain't no perc to relax me
Facing this pressure
Stop asking to match me
Flipping this chicken
Like I work at Zaxby's
I met a stallion looking real classy
She speaking Italian talking real nasty
Talking some money
It ain’t going past me
I got the flavors just open the package
My fit expensive bitch look at the fabric
This is Steve Madden I’m mixing and matching
Always big blappin' Im not wit the asking
All of this cash this shit everlasting
Pop on the beat and he got me and Pack$
Thumbing through methods my name is Big Racks
Can hit me for Za can hit me for wax
Running these bands up to the max
Be running these bands up through the roof
Big Marc wit me pierce 'em like the truth
Niggas shit talking leave them niggas mute
Holding that Kel-tec like a flute
Knocking off dreads nigga from the roof
If you want smoke nigga bust a move
AR sing smooth like the blues
AR sing smooth like the blues
My killas get wild off a Tesla
If you throw me off imma tell em to press ya
B.L.A.P. professor and NO I'm not moving
Unless it's for extra, if you scared I finesse ya
Big swerves 100 or better
Big balling man I need me a letter
Ice berg bro give me me a sweater
Smoking exotic I think I might pass out
Walk in the bank
And I’m pulling them racks out
She let me under
I take her like smackdown
Always behind her
I feel like a background
You want some pressure I got it
The gas 'round
I'm in the trap
And Im never got back out
Copped some designer I don’t pull the tag out
Smell it on me
When I walk wit the sack 'round
Smoking exotic I think I might pass out
Walk in the bank
And I’m pulling them racks out
She let me under
I take her like smackdown
Always behind her
I feel like a background
You want some pressure I got it
The gas 'round
I'm in the trap
And Im never got back out
Copped some designer I don’t pull the tag out
Smell it on me
When I walk wit the sack 'round

Written by:
Brentin Kobbah, Jordan Alexander, Keyshawn Carter, Papayaw A

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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