Pack - Berner, Wiz Khalifa

Yeah, you know it ain’t nothin but a buncha gang gang goin on

Keep that thang

Packs

Uhh

Oh, oh

The pack can’t smoke and run

Oh, oh… oh, oh

Your hoes ain’t knockin'

Oh, oh… oh, oh

Your money ain’t stackin' right

Oh, oh… oh, oh

It’s why your bitch ain’t comin' back tonight

Oh, oh… oh, oh

Break it down, roll it up

She a freak so she know what’s up

Hit up Sean, all my diamonds cold as fuck

Yeah, know I’m famous so she star struck

Run a play in the clutch

It ain’t love, it’s just lust

Gettin' money is a must

It be really hard to trust 'em

I just take my time, no, I ain’t the type to rush you

Hop up in my ride, you know everything is custom

Let you roll a plane, rep my gang, it’s no discussion

I been thuggin', I can get’chu plugged in

I been takin' K-K everywhere I been

Two cell phones, when I land, I’m spendin' Yen

The pack ain’t right, hit up Berner, that’s my man

All we do is win

Oh, oh

The pack can’t smoke and run

Oh, oh… oh, oh

Your hoes ain’t knockin'

Oh, oh… oh, oh

Your money ain’t stackin' right

Oh, oh… oh, oh

It’s why your bitch ain’t comin' back tonight

Oh, oh… oh, oh

Half awake, I’m sleepwalkin'

The jewelry store, yeah, I’m tryna see some options

It be hard to sleep at night knowin' that they watchin'

Take 'em on a highspeed chase, yeah, I lost 'em

The pack ain’t smokin', I don’t like 'em, then I toss 'em

Got a pretty white bitch waitin' up in Austin

Love to hit the road, groupie bitches used to dog 'em

Now I got 'em waitin' on the pack, catchin' boxes

Tell me how you livin'

If I lose, then I’m right back rollin' up the pack

Yeah, Bern, all white ash, floor flexin', veg bloom

Look at how that bitch stack

Almost got four pounds of light, yeah, that’s quick cash

Why we all livin' fast?

Oh, oh

The pack can’t smoke and run

Oh, oh… oh, oh

Your hoes ain’t knockin'

Oh, oh… oh, oh

Your money ain’t stackin' right

Oh, oh… oh, oh

It’s why your bitch ain’t comin' back tonight

Oh, oh… oh, oh