​packs lyrics

[Intro]
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
Ugh, ug-ugh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Nettspend & Duwap Kaine]
b*tch, I'm kickin' down the door, get off your ass
And this b*tch like too attached, I ain't even tap yet
And if we call the plug, boy we taking packs, packs, packs
b*tch, I'll beat you up, I'll make your b*tch-ass blackout (Out, out)
She gon' take these backshots until she black out
b*tch, I'll gun you down, ho, I got this TEC, TEC, T- TEC
b*tch, I'm speedin', b*tch, I'm speedin' like I'm Flash
b*tch, you into debt, boy [?] I'm richer than your dad
Boy, you smoking Fent', b*tch I'm popping 'Percs, feelin' right (yeah)
In the whip, going fast, f*ck a light (Y-Yeah)
Told her hold on for a second, need some- need some head
f*ck 12, we still out here bustin' checks
f*ck that ball, boy I'm taking shot (Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
In the Rich', put it on the map ( We gon' be ok)
I need all that lean, b*tch I'm feeling sad (I'm feeling sad)
I can't drink, because that sh*t make me mad
Told my brother bust a right, we just caught him with his dad
In the function, b*tch I'm booted up, I'm dancin', dancin' with my strap
And if the cops behind me, I'm gon flip the-
Talk- talking, b*tch my money talkin', talkin', I don't talk for that sh*t
And this lil' ho' ain't tall enough, so I can't go for that sh*t (Ah)
[Verse 2: Duwap Kaine]
Smokin' dope, copin', tired of being open (Yeah)
n*ggas get personal just to wait to kick the door in (Go, go, go, go)
Just like the food yo b*tch fix, you be folding (Go)
Pull this bankroll out (Go), shawty like holy moly (Go, go, go)
b*tches want a F1, but I just wanna focus (Go, go, go)
Ghostbusters wanna hit the blunt, I just ghost it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Summertime, she wanna get wet, I get her soaking (Yeah, yeah, yeah)