Gold pack

[Intro]
I just woke up
Sounding like a pro prop
I just woke up
Sounding like a old prop
I'm a kid with a cosh
So I'm a fascist
I 'on't take no fucking call
I just take my own for we're lovers

[Verse 1]
Paying, paying
I'm paying whatever your ounce
She never wanted a front star
She only wanted what I could serve
They never wanted it from the start
Now I'm back in the north
And I can't tell my weight on the rope
And I'm feeling Tao
Weigh every word I fucking spat
Cos I'm lucky, loco
Lock her with the fucking tricks
And I'm weak, but I ain't the no weaker treat
But I got the wicker witch
I'ma just put it and
Lеt the fucking acorns fall out to the basket
Evеrything I ever had
Put it on the pantaloon
Chilling on the helm
Make me look like
I'm still reeling on the fodder
This shit that I had
When I was quick
Ill quirky, creaking on the bee
Yeah, I do it like that
Uh-oh I should have said nigga
(Scoffing)
Spit this boy
Ow!
Like, look at my face
I can tell what the time is
'Tis, 'tis, 'tis
All I know is
'Tis, 'tis, 'tis, 'tis, 'tis, 'tis
Hey, you're sleeping

[Verse 2]
I stay with the gold pack
Uh!
My bob in a good wag
Good wag
Good wag bro
I stay with the gold pack
Roll with the good
You're wack
You can feel the heat when we come around
I don't smile queen
But I do it in the pound
I do it in the pound
I roll with the pack
They won't make me feel the record
Never scared in my head
I know it's a lack
Alright
She cut me round the fucking back
And her steel gold
I 'on't even know then about you
All I know is I'ma fucking do what I really do
Tiller hit the place that I keep the kitty do
Ooh, ooh howdy dear
Do the fucking . . . hail your dick
I'm just going, now I'm perk
I'm tryna be me
Eh! Your hey
Wishing well
That shit weird
Baby asking
I just laugh
I just laugh like
Does she wear a thong
Your clapping ass take the stance shit
Kobe on this fucking helm mo coup
Tryna test shift