Packs

Yeah, West End when I trap them packs
Hey, all I wanted was some cash
Hey, you be hatin' 'cause you mad
All the time, like on my grind
You niggas got no class (Hey)
Stay yo' stupid ass in class (Hey)
Always hit my line to match, hey
But you never got no gas
All the time, like on my ma
You niggas got no class

And that's on me, my nigga, mom
And all my G's can't fuck with the drill
No love for Triple C's
Was last year when I was broke
I roamed the streets
Cut 'em off then go pop me some Ecstasy
Hey, ain't no time for enemies
Niggas fake, I swear to God they blendin' in
Run this shit
Could call my ass the President
Niggas be so fake
I swear that God be pressin' 'em
Yeah, on my momma, oh my God
Hey, pray to God I don't get shot
Vacuum seal that shit and don't get caught
'Cause Minnesota hot
Bunch of niggas getting dropped

Yeah, West End when I trap them packs
Hey, all I wanted was some cash
Hey, you be hatin' 'cause you mad
All the time, like on my grind
You niggas got no class (Hey)
Stay yo' stupid ass in class (Hey)
Always hit my line to match, hey
But you never got no gas
All the time, like on my ma
You niggas got no class

Hey, had a stash up in the back end
(Back end)
E called me up but that was past tense
(That was past tense)
I was stuck there wondering what happened
(What happened)
Knew he wasn't cappin', had to get up
Catch 'em lackin'