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[Intro]
(Paymels got sauce on that sh*t)
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse: packrunnerjay]
f*ckin' that b*tch in the back of the truck
f*ckin' that b*tch in the back of the truck
I had to stack all the racks, I had to stack all the hunnids
I had to get me the money, I had to get me the racks
I had to get me the hunnids

[Chorus: packrunnerjay]
Aye, yeah, five bands on me, walk into saks
I hit that b*tch from the back, I'm making it tap
You wanting the pack? Then I tax
I had to run up the racks, yeah run to the back my pockets they way too fat

[Verse: jaydes]
Yo bro gon' get jumped, put that on the bible
I don't give a f*ck about yo lil title
That b*tch want the clout, this sh*t is not buyable
I need the big pockets 'cause my money won't fit
Big Glock, we gon' get that boy lit
Been him, put that sh*t on my kids
Been him, might go run with the stick
Me and Slu will be hitting them licks
Talk down, he get hit with the blick
I'm boutta blow a lil bag on the fit
She wanna f*ck, she don't know my name
She still wanna take a flick (take a flick)
And yo shawty showin' love, yeah I did that sh*t
She tryna roll with the plug, and I don't got no time for you b*tch
Fell in love with the drug, pre-rolls gon' be lit
And yo shawty say what's up, 'cause she see my wrist
[Chorus: packrunnerjay]
Aye, yeah, five bands on me, walk into saks
I hit that b*tch from the back, I'm making it tap you You wanting the pack? Then I tax
I had to run up the racks, yeah run to the back my pockets they way too fat