Sack B-Real (Ft. A$AP Ferg)

[Intro]
Sack (x3)

[Hook: B-Real]
Who got the sack
All my niggas in the trap know where It's at
Blow when I go to my shows
We got the sack
Pull up to the club in the front, we in the back
Who got the sack

[Verse 1: B-Real]
You begging mothafuckas wanna hit on my sack
But you can't get none
I be rolling in packs every homie wanna act
Like they hit that blunt
Everybody need a hit when they see the Ziploc
Open up and they smell that flavor
See we got it in stock
And we put it in lock
Just Joints go by laser
Got that sack, put it in the trunk, got another cut of that fume
Open another bag, take another drag, hey bitch don't be a fool
Blaze up roll another ounce givin em bounce in very high amounts don't pass out
We killing everything, never spilling any cream, Top fill in my green bitch cash out
Let it be known, we staying in the zone, I'm rolling up a cone and waxed up
You ain't nothing but a cone, better check your tone, you be getting too blown, you maxed out
I be holding that shatter but it really doesn't matter my sack getting fatter your passed out