Pack Flipper Lyrics – Rob49

“Pack Flipper” Lyrics by Rob49 is a latest English song in the voice of Rob49. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “Pack Flipper” song lyrics are also written by Rob49. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. “Pack Flipper” by Rob49 is a gritty, high-energy track where he talks about life in the streets, making money through hustling, and staying true to his circle. He compares flipping drügs to athletic moves, calls out fake people, and brags about his success, wealth, and influence. The song is raw and aggressive, showing his confidence and dominance in both rap and street life.

Pack Flipper Lyrics

[Intro]
(Danny Franchise, you did it again)
Yeah
Huh, s*it, uh, yeah (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

[Verse 1]
Gabby Douglas on the mat the way I flip the pack, huh, yeah
Same way that you pussies whip, the way bro whip the crack, yeah
Fu*k the NFL and NBA, b!tch, I’m a rapper, yeah
Like fire drills, these n!ggas sound real, n!ggas capping, yeah
Fu*k the music, I ain’t tryna ’bout heads I tapped
My daddy keep telling me health is real, I’m sorry, my pockets fat

All that pu*sy-ass n!gga s*it n!ggas be doing, it get ’em slapped (Slapped)
If she ain’t tryna fu*k a n!gga on the first night, kick her out
I’m playing, but I ain’t giving her nothing, I took two Percs, I’m busting
I’m clutching, middle of the jungle, same hoes who played, I fu*ked ’em, yeah
I don’t even talk to my cousin, he fool as fu*k, it’s fu*k him
Whole time he say he love, n!gga plotting on a come up
I done sold more gas than BP, I done sold more pounds than Tre
In the trap house every day like I ain’t got money, selling yay
Yeah, white girl look like Caitlyn Clark and grits stuck to the plate, huh
Every n!gga tryna on big V3, they gotta pay, yeah
The price on weed just ain’t the same no more, huh (It ain’t the same)
I was praying to God for a plug and he ain’t come (He ain’t come)
Like Wheezy F. Baby Daddy, I’m stunting, yeah
When I fu*k hoes, I’ma fu*k her ’til she cumming
Treat a bad ho like she country, I done made 400K this week
I done went back to the streets and fed by fu*king hood like EBT
Why n!ggas dying? It’s ’cause of me
N!gga want beef, I guess it’s beef
It’s my time, it’s Patek Philippe
Perc’ 30 put your ass to sleep
Call up Wafi, tell him I need two hundred thousand dollars worth of pink
Money good, b!tch, I eat chicken, bro take first Perc’ like gremlins
Like Kodak, I painting the picture, my neck and wrist is pissy
Coming home smelling like I’m fishing, got fish scale on the dishes

[Interlude]
Yeah, the biggest
Can’t her it stress you out, dog, know what I’m saying?
Real boss n!ggas do what we want out here, better believe it
S*it (S*it)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, told the b!tch that if she ’bout to start stressing me out, I’m getting her gone, yeah
I know hoes who boyfriend beat the fu*k out them behind my songs (For real)
My pants and my jacket Chrome, go ask my city, I put s*it on
I heard n!ggas say it’s smoke, man, tell them n!ggas this ain’t what they want (At all)
I pushing P like pump, 49 fu*k any ho he want (For real)
In the A, I’m screaming, “Free Slime,” he ain’t tell her get back home (Free Slime)
Real know I want his ho, but he act dumb like he don’t know (The fu*k?)
If you see him there, I’ma send them fu*king smackers, b!tch, drop that lo’, yeah
Diamonds hitting like Tank, 49 fu*k bad hoes that you can’t, huh
I done got s*it spanked, b!tch, get s*it spanked to up your rank, huh
I done plead the fifth every time I’m in that jam, b!tch, what you think?
We done made n!ggas’ mama cry, take pills to ease the pain, yeah
Dread head, all he know is bang-bang like he Chief
Why they dying? ‘Cause of me, I could tell your diamonds cheap
In the trap house with a glee, pop that pu*sy, let me see
On a song screaming, “Free my fu*king uncle Reggie 3”

[Outro]
The biggest
The biggest
Big 49, man, let me fly
Stop holding my wings back, man, let me fly
N!ggas cliquing up, man, I’m turning the clique up
What’s good? Do what you want
We ain’t going outside this circle for nothing
VM, Vulture Mafia, VC, Vulture Cartel, it is what it is

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Pack Flipper Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
This part is just setting the vibe. Rob49 is giving shoutouts to the producer Danny Franchise and Lil Ju, basically letting us know the beat is about to hit hard. It’s like a warm-up before the main story starts.

[Verse 1]
Rob49 kicks things off by comparing how he flips packs (sells drügs) to the athletic moves of Gabby Douglas, showing how skilled he is in the streets. He talks about his crew cooking up crack better than his rivals and makes it clear he’s fully focused on rap, not sports like the NFL or NBA. He calls out people who pretend to be tough or real but are just faking it.

He isn’t overly concerned with the music industry either—he’s more into the lifestyle and reputation that come with it. His dad tries to remind him to take care of his health, but Rob says he’s focused on stacking money. He doesn’t have patience for fake behavior and makes it known he’ll react aggressively if people cross lines.

When it comes to women, he says he’s not wasting time or money unless things go his way. He jokes around, but also says he’s high on Percocets and ready for anything, holding weapons and staying alert even when surrounded by chaos. Some women who once ignored him are now sleeping with him, showing how his status changed.

He cuts ties with his cousin who he thinks is fake and might be plotting against him. He brags about how much product he’s moved—more than gas stations or other dealers. Even though he’s already rich, he’s still in the trap house hustling like he’s broke.

He jokes about a white girl looking like basketball player Caitlin Clark and says his weed prices aren’t what they used to be. He prayed for a new supplier, but it didn’t work out, so he kept hustling. He brags about his s*xual prowess, making big money in the streets, and providing for his hood like a government EBT card.

He knows he’s the reason some people are getting killed, and he doesn’t back down from beef. He compares his rise in success to an expensive watch brand (Patek Philippe), says Percs can knock someone out, and he’s spending huge amounts on jewelry. His crew eats well, and even when they’re high, they’re still dangerous. He wraps it up by saying he’s flashy like Kodak Black and works with coc*ine (“fish scale”) so much that the smell sticks with him.

[Interlude]
Here, Rob49 is flexing his status. He says he’s the biggest, a real boss who does whatever he wants. He’s not letting stress or anyone else mess with his peace or his grind.

[Verse 2]
Rob starts off saying that if a girl is bringing drama into his life, she’s gone—he doesn’t have time for it. He mentions that some women deal with abuse from their boyfriends just for listening to his music, showing how strong his influence is. He talks about rocking designer clothes and being known for his style in his city.

He’s heard some people are talking about wanting beef, but he’s not worried—they don’t really want that smoke. He says he’s living how he wants, hooking up with whoever he likes, and even calls out someone pretending not to know he’s going after their girl.

If there’s ever a situation, he’ll send his crew to handle it. He’s got flashy diamonds and brags about getting with women other guys can’t. He also mentions putting in work—getting people “spanked” to build up respect and street rank.

When he gets in trouble with the law, he pleads the fifth, staying quiet to protect himself. He talks about the emotional toll of violence, like making mothers cry, and how he uses pills to numb the pain. One of his guys is a shooter who’s always ready to go. He knows people are dying because of him and even points out how fake others’ jewelry is.

He’s still in the trap house, ready for action, and ends by shouting out his uncle Reggie, who’s locked up, hoping he gets released soon.

[Outro]
Rob49 is reminding everyone again that he’s on top. He’s tired of people holding him back and wants to rise without limits. He says other crews are linking up, but he’s ready to outshine them all. His loyalty lies with his circle, and they’re not messing with anyone outside of it. He closes out by repping his crew, Vulture Mafia and Vulture Cartel, standing firm in his identity.

FAQs

Q. Who has sung Pack Flipper song?
A. Pack Flipper song is sung by Rob49.

Q. Who wrote Pack Flipper lyrics?
A. Pack Flipper lyrics are penned by Rob49.

Q. Who has given the music of Pack Flipper song?
A. Pack Flipper music is composed and produced by Rob49.

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