Flipping Packs

Lyrics

[Intro] (Oh my god, Toren, I love you) Pull up to your crib (Bitch) Ahh, ayy Ridin' 'round wit' a stick Ridin' 'round wit the MACs, they gon blatt (Lawsy, pick up) [Chorus] 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 [Verse] 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 bluе In love wit' the lean, in lovе 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) [Bridge] Cheat on all my bitches, that's why I never love them If I said "I love you", I'on mean it, bitch, you ain't nothin' Ride 'round, wit' the Glocks, and they bussin' I love smokin' packs, they straight bussin' [Chorus] 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