​packs Nettspend (Ft. Duwap Kaine)

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

[Verse 1: Nettspend]
Bitch, I'm kickin' down the door, get off your ass
And this bitch like too attached, I ain't even tap yet
And if we call the plug, boy we taking packs, packs, packs
Bitch, I'll beat you up, I'll make your bitch ass black (Ouch)
She gon' take these backshots until she black out
Bitch, I'll gun you down, ho, I got this TEC, TEC, TEC
Bitch, I'm speedin', bitch, I'm speedin' like I'm Flash
Bitch, you into debt, boy [?] I'm richer than your dad
Boy, you smoking Fent', bitch I'm popping 'Percs, feelin' right (yeah)
In the whip, going fast, fuck a light (Y-Yeah)
Told her hold on for a second, need some- need some head
Fuck 12, we still out here bustin' checks
Fuck 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, bitch I'm feeling sad (I'm feeling sad)
I can't drink, because that shit make me mad
Told my brother bust a right, we just caught him with his dad
In the function, bitch I'm booted up, I'm dancin—I'm dancin' with my strap
And if the cops behind me, I'm gon flip the b—
Talking, bitch my money talkin', talkin', I don't talk for that shit
And this lil' ho' ain't tall enough, so I can't go for that shit