Pack Flipper Lyrics – Rob49

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[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