Pack Gone Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Cody & DC White

[Chorus: Cody]
Re-up, then get the pack gone
Re-up, then get the pack gone
Re-up, then get the pack gone
Re-up, then get the pack gone
BRR, that's a play calling my cellphone
Na na, that's the mailman at my door
Choppers and pistols, they on the floor
I will not leave 'til I sell the dope
Remix and sell him a bar of soap
[?] he won't ever know
I been jugging since the 6th grade
Tryna get my mama rent paid
Sauce mastеr, I'm the sensei

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
All of my niggas, thеy with the shit
Sell dope, nigga, hit licks
Serve a fuck nigga a dummy brick
Working my wrist, I'ma double it
I'm a bastard, a son of a bitch
Hundred bands, nigga, hundred bricks
Hundred rounds in the chopper
He thought he was coming to get a split
Run and get your shit split
Got grim reapers on the hit list
I gave my bitch the BMW
I pull up in [?]
Stick with my nigga from Zone 6
I shoot with that chopper, I'm gon' hit
I got a bone to pick
I stayed down and trapped for my own shit
[?] choppers like [?] wrist
Fuck [?] nigga, I buried [?]
Remixing clean, and [?]
I throw rock in the Detroit [?]
I'm walking in this bitch with [?] like a Crip
[?] whip too many chickens
Better go get you a bankroll
All you gotta do is listen