| [Intro : Quavo] | |
| Woosh, pack gone missing | |
| Migos! | |
| [Hook : Quavo] | |
| Woosh, pack gone missing (Fheww!) [x4] | |
| Houdini me [x8] | |
| Woosh, pack gone missing [x2] | |
| Huh, huh, huh, gone! | |
| [Verse 1 : Quavo] | |
| Yeah, ***** ***** I just took the set, I just took the pot | |
| Hit it with that Shaq' attack, slam dunk! | |
| It's nothing but 33 Larry Bird's in the trunk | |
| We trappin' and cappin' the top floor | |
| White in the trunk, got it smelling like skunk | |
| Gas, gas, they callin' up 12 we gone mad | |
| Here take all these pocket rockets ******* | |
| Put 'em in yo' Birkin bag | |
| What you gone do at the top floor | |
| Grab the parachute, hit the window | |
| Quavo you trippin' hell naw | |
| I ain't gettin' caught with all this indo | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2 : Rich The Kid] | |
| Pack gone missing, I'm no magician | |
| My diamonds they flyin' like Bobby and Whitney | |
| Walking around with a 50 | |
| My ******* in the trap naked in the mansion no bra and no panties | |
| You mad cause I'm rich | |
| Cuffin' and loving that ******* | |
| We smash and we switch | |
| I pull up to bando with bricks in a Bent' | |
| I stand round the trap like a fence | |
| Finessin' I run with the money | |
| I'm wrappin' and *******ppin' the dummy, Houdini me | |
| The kitchen I'm mixing them chemicals ***** no chemistry | |
| Rich *****s in Paris they takin' them pictures | |
| She suck it, she swallow, you probably kiss her | |
| Woosh! Pack gone missing | |
| Rich The Kid still finessin' | |
| I'M RICH! | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3 : Wiz Khalifa] | |
| Got so many hoes on my line you think I'm fi*******ng | |
| She might be a girl, turn around that thing gone missing | |
| Her and her start kissing, liquor in her system | |
| Don't be standing near me in the club, go get some ******* | |
| Got a crib without a ceiling when I hit it you gone feel it | |
| It's my new motto, *****, anyone can get it | |
| Damn, smoking papers, my new crib come with acres | |
| Gettin' cake with just the wave of a hand | |
| You think I had a pay for something | |
| [Verse 4 : Offset] | |
| I think it's a ghost in the city | |
| I hustle I feel like I'm Nipsey | |
| Patrolling you missing, so where did he go? | |
| Send my young ***** kick through yo' back door (BOW!) | |
| As anybody seen the pack lately | |
| They knockin' my door like the candy lady | |
| I don't know what the ***** want these *****s | |
| These *****s be snitchin', ******* want a baby | |
| The pack it gotta go (Fheww!) | |
| Beep, beep! Truck load | |
| Whippin' and cookin' up Anna Nicole | |
| Versace got me travelin' across the globe | |
| Blue money, blue hundreds | |
| The gas smellin' like it's fungus | |
| Woosh! Pack gone missing | |
| Ride 'round the city, 30 round extensions | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 5 : Chevy Woods] | |
| Shout out to all my connects in the hood I'm finally famous | |
| Shout out Big Sean and I don't mean the rapper that coke made me famous | |
| Woosh, hey, they try to get me for the pack | |
| Woosh, hey, like ***** who the strap (Blam, blam!) | |
| Huh, I had to jump it straight out of the pot I be cookin' the oil | |
| Don't got no connect for you ******* ass *****s you'll never be loyal | |
| Beyoncé with all of this money you know that I got a big ego | |
| Robin Hood, I'm in the hood and I'm tryna look out for my people | |
| [Hook] |
| Intro : Quavo | |
| Woosh, pack gone missing | |
| Migos! | |
| Hook : Quavo | |
| Woosh, pack gone missing Fheww! x4 | |
| Houdini me x8 | |
| Woosh, pack gone missing x2 | |
| Huh, huh, huh, gone! | |
| Verse 1 : Quavo | |
| Yeah, I just took the set, I just took the pot | |
| Hit it with that Shaq' attack, slam dunk! | |
| It' s nothing but 33 Larry Bird' s in the trunk | |
| We trappin' and cappin' the top floor | |
| White in the trunk, got it smelling like skunk | |
| Gas, gas, they callin' up 12 we gone mad | |
| Here take all these pocket rockets | |
| Put ' em in yo' Birkin bag | |
| What you gone do at the top floor | |
| Grab the parachute, hit the window | |
| Quavo you trippin' hell naw | |
| I ain' t gettin' caught with all this indo | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 : Rich The Kid | |
| Pack gone missing, I' m no magician | |
| My diamonds they flyin' like Bobby and Whitney | |
| Walking around with a 50 | |
| My in the trap naked in the mansion no bra and no panties | |
| You mad cause I' m rich | |
| Cuffin' and loving that | |
| We smash and we switch | |
| I pull up to bando with bricks in a Bent' | |
| I stand round the trap like a fence | |
| Finessin' I run with the money | |
| I' m wrappin' and ppin' the dummy, Houdini me | |
| The kitchen I' m mixing them chemicals no chemistry | |
| Rich s in Paris they takin' them pictures | |
| She suck it, she swallow, you probably kiss her | |
| Woosh! Pack gone missing | |
| Rich The Kid still finessin' | |
| I' M RICH! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 : Wiz Khalifa | |
| Got so many hoes on my line you think I' m fi ng | |
| She might be a girl, turn around that thing gone missing | |
| Her and her start kissing, liquor in her system | |
| Don' t be standing near me in the club, go get some | |
| Got a crib without a ceiling when I hit it you gone feel it | |
| It' s my new motto, , anyone can get it | |
| Damn, smoking papers, my new crib come with acres | |
| Gettin' cake with just the wave of a hand | |
| You think I had a pay for something | |
| Verse 4 : Offset | |
| I think it' s a ghost in the city | |
| I hustle I feel like I' m Nipsey | |
| Patrolling you missing, so where did he go? | |
| Send my young kick through yo' back door BOW! | |
| As anybody seen the pack lately | |
| They knockin' my door like the candy lady | |
| I don' t know what the want these s | |
| These s be snitchin', want a baby | |
| The pack it gotta go Fheww! | |
| Beep, beep! Truck load | |
| Whippin' and cookin' up Anna Nicole | |
| Versace got me travelin' across the globe | |
| Blue money, blue hundreds | |
| The gas smellin' like it' s fungus | |
| Woosh! Pack gone missing | |
| Ride ' round the city, 30 round extensions | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 5 : Chevy Woods | |
| Shout out to all my connects in the hood I' m finally famous | |
| Shout out Big Sean and I don' t mean the rapper that coke made me famous | |
| Woosh, hey, they try to get me for the pack | |
| Woosh, hey, like who the strap Blam, blam! | |
| Huh, I had to jump it straight out of the pot I be cookin' the oil | |
| Don' t got no connect for you ass s you' ll never be loyal | |
| Beyonce with all of this money you know that I got a big ego | |
| Robin Hood, I' m in the hood and I' m tryna look out for my people | |
| Hook |
| Intro : Quavo | |
| Woosh, pack gone missing | |
| Migos! | |
| Hook : Quavo | |
| Woosh, pack gone missing Fheww! x4 | |
| Houdini me x8 | |
| Woosh, pack gone missing x2 | |
| Huh, huh, huh, gone! | |
| Verse 1 : Quavo | |
| Yeah, I just took the set, I just took the pot | |
| Hit it with that Shaq' attack, slam dunk! | |
| It' s nothing but 33 Larry Bird' s in the trunk | |
| We trappin' and cappin' the top floor | |
| White in the trunk, got it smelling like skunk | |
| Gas, gas, they callin' up 12 we gone mad | |
| Here take all these pocket rockets | |
| Put ' em in yo' Birkin bag | |
| What you gone do at the top floor | |
| Grab the parachute, hit the window | |
| Quavo you trippin' hell naw | |
| I ain' t gettin' caught with all this indo | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 : Rich The Kid | |
| Pack gone missing, I' m no magician | |
| My diamonds they flyin' like Bobby and Whitney | |
| Walking around with a 50 | |
| My in the trap naked in the mansion no bra and no panties | |
| You mad cause I' m rich | |
| Cuffin' and loving that | |
| We smash and we switch | |
| I pull up to bando with bricks in a Bent' | |
| I stand round the trap like a fence | |
| Finessin' I run with the money | |
| I' m wrappin' and ppin' the dummy, Houdini me | |
| The kitchen I' m mixing them chemicals no chemistry | |
| Rich s in Paris they takin' them pictures | |
| She suck it, she swallow, you probably kiss her | |
| Woosh! Pack gone missing | |
| Rich The Kid still finessin' | |
| I' M RICH! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 : Wiz Khalifa | |
| Got so many hoes on my line you think I' m fi ng | |
| She might be a girl, turn around that thing gone missing | |
| Her and her start kissing, liquor in her system | |
| Don' t be standing near me in the club, go get some | |
| Got a crib without a ceiling when I hit it you gone feel it | |
| It' s my new motto, , anyone can get it | |
| Damn, smoking papers, my new crib come with acres | |
| Gettin' cake with just the wave of a hand | |
| You think I had a pay for something | |
| Verse 4 : Offset | |
| I think it' s a ghost in the city | |
| I hustle I feel like I' m Nipsey | |
| Patrolling you missing, so where did he go? | |
| Send my young kick through yo' back door BOW! | |
| As anybody seen the pack lately | |
| They knockin' my door like the candy lady | |
| I don' t know what the want these s | |
| These s be snitchin', want a baby | |
| The pack it gotta go Fheww! | |
| Beep, beep! Truck load | |
| Whippin' and cookin' up Anna Nicole | |
| Versace got me travelin' across the globe | |
| Blue money, blue hundreds | |
| The gas smellin' like it' s fungus | |
| Woosh! Pack gone missing | |
| Ride ' round the city, 30 round extensions | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 5 : Chevy Woods | |
| Shout out to all my connects in the hood I' m finally famous | |
| Shout out Big Sean and I don' t mean the rapper that coke made me famous | |
| Woosh, hey, they try to get me for the pack | |
| Woosh, hey, like who the strap Blam, blam! | |
| Huh, I had to jump it straight out of the pot I be cookin' the oil | |
| Don' t got no connect for you ass s you' ll never be loyal | |
| Beyoncé with all of this money you know that I got a big ego | |
| Robin Hood, I' m in the hood and I' m tryna look out for my people | |
| Hook |
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