Packs Lyrics - Urban Farmer - Berner

A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on 

If we get it there in the morning, then I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on 

A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on 

If I get this money back home, yeah, I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on 

One fifty, six hundred, no fifties, all hundreds 

I've been going crazy with the pack 

All summer watching king pins go under 

From talking on the wrong number. 

This shit is coke, no heater in the house 

My hands warm for cooking coke 

Ex by the bone, my fingertips burn from the roach 

First class I dont fly coach I roll up and smoke 

I'm graveyard shift yeah, its late when they come out 

One fifty, Imma push till I run out 

I was out in Indiana before I hit Atlanta 

Had it popping out and used some Detroit 

Anne Temper, make them taste a hammer 

I pray my shit don't jam up 

I brought a hundred K on the plane 

And when I landed, all I heard is 

"Come here, and put your hands up!" 

A bunch of fucking questions I wont answer 

I'm really on! 

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A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on 

If we get it there in the morning, then I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on 

A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on 

If I get this money back home, yeah, I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on 

Three hundred, one milli 

All hundreds, no fifties 

I've been on the road with the pack 

No shipping, I'mma double up on each round 

And New York City, North Philly, NY 

Im chopping game and cutting coke up in the shine 

Travelodge I sat her down, 

I put her picture up and told her hold me down! 

Shes turning tricks, I'm burning splits 

Im blowing kush, and purple piss 

Im pushing Chris and black tar 

Somebody lie them, I'm a mother fucker rap star! 

Bitch, Imma turn up, I do one hundred twenty 

I told her money makes my dick hard, so get it for me! 

Ain't a trap, floor covered with stacks 

The smell of fresh Cush, while I bust, open the pack! 

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A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on 

If we get it there in the morning, then I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on 

A hundred fifty packs, see I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on 

If I get this money back home, yeah, I'm really on 

Yeah, I'm really on