Packs Berner

[Hook: Berner]
A hundred fifty packs, yeah I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If we get it there in the morning, then I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
A hundred fifty packs, yeah I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on
If I get this money back home, then I'm really on
Yeah, I'm really on

[Verse 1: Berner]
One fifty, six hundred, no fifties, all hundreds
I've been going crazy with the pack
All summer watching king pins go under
From talking on the wrong number
This shit is cold, no heater in the house
My hands warm from cooking coke
X by the boat
My finger tips burn from the roach
First class I don't fly coach I roll up and smoke
Graveyard shift yeah, it's late when they come out
One fifty, I'm a push till I run out
I was out in Indiana before I hit Atlanta
Had it popping out in Houston, Detroit
And Tampa, make them taste a hammer
I pray my shit don't jam up
I brought a hundred K on the plane
And when I landed, all I heard was come here
And put your hands up
A bunch of fucking questions I won't answer
I'm really on