Jason Packs - 007 (feat. Hundolini)

Fuck a bitch this money I'm chasing my wrist game amazing
I'm a drop the pack in the water and let it dry like raisins
When the pack land I need the scale that they use at weigh ins
I make the white flip I'm selling white chicks just like the wayans
Free Sammy he let it off on camera they said it was brazen
We ain't doing drive by's won't send the hospital innocent patients
Gang hop out the whip and walk you down right here on the pavement
They call me packs they locked me up for the packs I'm free like a mason
Keep a golden gun for an oddjob we really schemers
My bro doing hits in NY he Derek Jeter
In the seven seater with the heater and seven eaters
Like Clorox we on more blocks we really bleachers
Keep my stick with my bad bitch Natalia
Brodie they don't know we selling… in Canada
Taking bookings for the white girl I'm her manager
I'm outta reach I'm about to bleach with my data cut
Stunna up the glock one up top buss his taco shell
I'm selling raw I'm promoting ROOF like it's taco bell
I'm a big trap nigga pay lawyer fees and drop gwop on bail
Last nigga tried to run down it did not go well
In the club I'll never hit you with a bottle just a hollow shell
I'm on go if I catch that nigga rose he get a hollow shell
I'm getting large gwop I'm selling hard rock at the hard rock hotel
I ain't gon lie I might miss this whop she running top so well
All My fiends doing bumps like I bought an amp
Putting ROOF at the table lady and the tramp
My bro did a bid out of town had to go to camp
Toronto won in 19 but to me we still the champs
All this ROOF wake you up it's not Folgers
Different color beans selling green it's not ogre
Bout to take a trip to bc I know growers
I'll get on a dingy or a raft if the price lower
You need the recipe to whip that ROOF I wrote the textbook
Look I'm the best cook I'm rocking babies just like Westbrook
I'm a drill sergeant I step on the pack right foot left foot
I paid four bands for the strap you'll get clapped won't get no left hook
Dope supplier throwing cain in the fire it's an inferno match
Baking soda turn coke into crack I converted that
I make the pack flip its big trap shit I'm just confirming that
I just bought three glocks I could have bought my bitch a birkin bag
Just linked up with a skater he sell Avril Lavigne
Smoking still danking with gordo this package is mean
Niggaz think they'll never get rich watch it happen to me
All this ROOF me and bro on a voyage we at the back of the sea
Select the stick just like goldeneye
You don't know the price the T scary like poltergeist
My pole came from Poland let it blow leave you polarized
Put my work in the pot it transform and immobilize

Written by:
Joshua Edwards, Kevin Aikins

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