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