Packed Out Dolla Dame (Ft. Philthy Rich & SOB X RBE)

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I've been running up a bag, counting racks out
We [?] up in Vegas, sending packs out
Glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
Glock in her perse, case the club with the pat down
It ain't hard to hear your nigga in the background
Lil nigga ain't no [?] mack rounds
Backshots make her tap out
Let him reach for these chains, he get packed out

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Rich as fuck, but still never switching up
Make sure it's about money, when you mention us
Lil nigga sliding on a dummy mission
Engen light on and the transmition
Moms found my stash, a couple bands missing
Fell out with some niggas, I felt back and gave them distance
No culinary arts, but I was in the kitchen
Bitch, I'm in the Ginnis book for cooking the most chickens
It's Philthy

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
I'm a motherfucking savage
Gucci for the shoes, Monclare for the jacket
Niggas want a verse, there's a fee, bitch, I'm taxing
40 flip a nigga like a pissed on mattress
For any of my nigga [?] I can't imagine
I'm stacking, can't see you broke niggas like I'm [?]
No time for a ratchet, need a bitch on her bag shit
Acting, slide on your block and wreak havoc
Bitch