Juggin Dat Pack

Lyrics

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Riding in the lowkey with the tint Nigga cooking up dope, better open the vents Don't make money, then it don't make sense Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent 12 coming, we got a hole in the fence Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint Got dog food same color, thin mint, nigga Jugging that pack, yeah Jugging that pack We jugging that pack, yeah We jugging that pack, yeah We jugging that pack, yeah Jugging that pack Nigga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah Jugging that pack, yeah [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Jugging that pack by the ten Jugging that pack by the bale I jugged the pack, then I go buy a Rollie I'm jugging the pack off the scale See 12, better bail Street niggas got money for bail Shoot a nigga in your face Nigga, you better not tell Nigga can't catch every cell Everyday nigga, I'm jugging it well I got the gas, I'm just waiting on the mail All different kinds of shit, I'm having clientele I used to have to sell the dimes at the store Now I get bricks on the boat Plug love me 'cause young a nigga moving that dope Got the keys in the low And I got the keys for the low [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Riding in the lowkey with the tint Nigga cooking up dope, better open the vents Don't make money, then it don't make sense Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent 12 coming, we got a hole in the fence Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint Got dog food same color, thin mint, nigga Jugging that pack, yeah Jugging that pack We jugging that pack, yeah We jugging that pack, yeah We jugging that pack, yeah Jugging that pack Nigga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah Jugging that pack, yeah [Verse 2: Jose Guapo] Jugging that pack Don't call me unless you won't tell no better I'm trying to go ice out my bezel I want the foreign that come with three pedals I'ma Designer my shit, not the leather Birds of a feather, yeah, they flock together So I'm with my niggas forever And all of my niggas, we rich forever I wanna pull up in 'Bachs And I wanna hop out the back You wanna pull up for the pack? You gotta pull up in the back Trap house doing jumping jacks Percocets make a nigga scratch Burglar bar door with the hatch Five niggas and ten straps [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Riding in the lowkey with the tint Nigga cooking up dope, better open the vents Don't make money, then it don't make sense Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent 12 coming, we got a hole in the fence Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint Got dog food same color, thin mint, nigga Jugging that pack, yeah Jugging that pack We jugging that pack, yeah We jugging that pack, yeah We jugging that pack, yeah Jugging that pack Nigga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah Jugging that pack, yeah