[Intro: A-Wax]
Refreshin' every 22 seconds blood
Try'na meet the driver at the curb with that bitch
[Chorus: A-Wax & King Iso]
Soon as the package lands in Omaha
We smoking like we at the pad with it
Dope in the wood, soon as the package lands in Omaha
Bring all the chicken and come grab this shit
I told you it's good soon as the package lands in Omaha
Soon as the package lands in Omaha
[Verse 1: A-Wax]
Grew up in a place where you were using it to sell dope
Grew some wood inside a soda box, don't get no holes poked
I just got a compliment on it, the Narco Polo clothes
Think you got it backwards in your head, it's money over hoes
Bank account rack, big up now
Trap hall of fame inducting
Send a hit squad full of young boys
Run up in your spot, get duct-taped
Pre-roll the whole pack of woods up
Can't wait to smoke when the flight land
When I'm on stage, I perform alone
Fresh case of glicky to hype me
I'm doing features for five bands
So I went and bought a new pair of puffs
Backed up that bitch and it made him flinch
'Fore I did that, he was squaring up
Smell like a whole damn dispensary
Weigh this shit up, it's the density
I be forgetting the names of this shit 'cause I'm thinkin' they will not remember me
Refreshin' every 22 seconds blood
Try'na meet the driver at the curb with that bitch
[Chorus: A-Wax & King Iso]
Soon as the package lands in Omaha
We smoking like we at the pad with it
Dope in the wood, soon as the package lands in Omaha
Bring all the chicken and come grab this shit
I told you it's good soon as the package lands in Omaha
Soon as the package lands in Omaha
[Verse 1: A-Wax]
Grew up in a place where you were using it to sell dope
Grew some wood inside a soda box, don't get no holes poked
I just got a compliment on it, the Narco Polo clothes
Think you got it backwards in your head, it's money over hoes
Bank account rack, big up now
Trap hall of fame inducting
Send a hit squad full of young boys
Run up in your spot, get duct-taped
Pre-roll the whole pack of woods up
Can't wait to smoke when the flight land
When I'm on stage, I perform alone
Fresh case of glicky to hype me
I'm doing features for five bands
So I went and bought a new pair of puffs
Backed up that bitch and it made him flinch
'Fore I did that, he was squaring up
Smell like a whole damn dispensary
Weigh this shit up, it's the density
I be forgetting the names of this shit 'cause I'm thinkin' they will not remember me
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