CHUNIN EXAMS lyrics

[Hook]
Where the f*ck the packman
I need a plug
Run up on his spot and I take all his drugs
Please be quiet when I'm talkin shut the f*ck up
Never light no papers all I do is light blunts

[Verse 1]
Put him in the back of the car seat
She gone be ridin like a horsy
Lacin up my blunts with comethazine
I'm the type of n*gga that they [?]
They tryna flex they gun they don't scare me
Jermiah for short it is Jeremy
I don't kissed a hoe she got herpes
Runnin with my team you can't hurt me
Got a lot of young n*ggas and they just be merkin
If that yo hoe why the f*ck is she flirtin
Beat the pus*y up till she say it is hurtin
If I shoot forward 3 imma pull up like I'm curry
I'm sippin [?]
So my words are goin slowly
Met a bad b*tch out Missouri
Got a gold chains cause she like all the [?]
Smokin so much loud I don't think I could hear me
Skirt off with yo b*tch while I take a little drip
Finesse on yo plug so I take another trip
You ain't got the balls I ain't never seen a [?]
Shut your lip before I slap yo b*tch and I spray yo [?] spray them kids
Yo money licks so why need a excuse slip
All about my [?]
So tell me boy how the f*ck it gonna be rip
[Hook]
Where the f*ck the packman
I need a plug
Run up on his spot and I take all his drugs
Please be quiet when I'm talkin shut the f*ck up
Never light no papers all I do is light blunts

[Verse 2]
If you rep yo set show me what the f*ck you on
I don't hit no papers I ain't never hit no bongs
I be runnin tracks like I'm runnin marathons
Yes I be so f*ckin high I look like chin ching chong
Like woo
Let me hear it though [?]
I been runnin sh*t you know that they just come along
She bring her friends or we just doin things [?]
I f*ck this hoe I f*ck this hoe and then I catch the flight
With the trip
Smokin zips
Is a [?]
Oh my god
Yes we smokin the whole pack like